Lost Generations

So my grandfather is dying. Interesting how I just say that like it doesn't matter, right? Well here's why. My grandpa, and for the sake of this post and less typing he will be called G-pa, has been a HUGE part of my life. But I hate him. I never had a dad, like literally my mom raised me on her lonesome. But my G-pa has been the father figure. Only worse. He really has never had anything good to say about me. To my face, he would sit there and tell me how lazy I was cause I wouldn't fold the towels properly, or I let mom do the laundry while I do the dishes.
Another thing is he would tell me to my face that I am not intelligent. Now don't get me wrong, I don't claim to be the smartest guy in the world. I think though that being the #1 student in my class counts for something.
My G-pa is a classified genius. He bases his decision of my intellect on weather or not I see things his way.
I don't know how to put this. He really does hate me. I know your thinking, "oh just shut up, your grandfather just wants to see you succeed." WRONG. When I was 11, I opted to live with him for a year when my mom decided to move to the city. Picture a small town with like 17 houses total and no school. Before the year was even up, he kicked me out of his house. I WAS 11!!!! And anyone in my family was over 3 hours away. Do you know what kicking an 11 year old boy with no where to go out of your house will do to him? I was devestated.
Still, though I was forced to include him in my life. And you could say he was forced to include me in his. Either way I wasn't happy, but he got a kick out of telling me how stupid I was every day. I wished him dead. Though I was always polite and respectful to him, I hated that man.
And now he lays on his death bed requesting to see me. I REFUSE! Not until later anyways. They gave him roughly 4 months so I have time. I need to gather up what I want to say to him.
I don't think there is a way in hell that I can forgive him. Even if he asks for it. But I know that he doesn't want to talk to me to say he's sorry. If he was really sorry he would have included me in his Will in some small way. Even if he left me, just say, his old picture album of our family.
I'm having some issues with the fact that he's on his death bed, wants to talk to me about God knows what, and still hates me. I don't know what I'm going to do. I feel like crap. I want to ask him why he hates me. Cause I'm not really sure. But I'll have to do it later.

P.S. I DON'T CARE IF THERE ARE SPELLING ERRORS IN THIS POST, I'M NOT WRITING A SHORT STORY SO I DON'T BE SO PICKY. ITS PRETTY GOOD FOR THE MOST PART.