Some of y'all shared a little bit of your family history last year, so I figure I'll share a bit of a story from mine. It won't be all of the details from it though.
Not long after I was born, my mom had a stroke that left her disabled. It was one that should not have happened. The doctor that she had ignored obvious pre-eclampsia symptoms. It was to a point where it should have been caught for sure a week before my birth, but it wasn't. I actually came a little early, and I now know today that if I didn't come early, with how my mom's symptoms had progressed, it was very possible that she would have had a stroke that left both of us disabled (to an even further point than where she is, outside of being wheelchair bound, she's mostly fine) or killed us both.
Dad was angry after that. They filed a lawsuit against that doctor and won. I think after that he was no longer an OB guy, just GYN. My mom said one of the few times she's seen him cry was surrounding that lawsuit.
Neither of my parents have worked since December 1995. My dad immediately took the role of caregiver and parent once he left the local newspaper for good. At times we butted heads when I was a teen, but I know he has had a tough job.
Because I had no need to go to preschool or daycare, I had very little contract with other children when I was very young. When my dad registered me for kindergarten, he's told me several times that I told that teacher NOTHING while I was there. He knew that I was on time with milestones, but it was because of that, that I originally was put in special ed to start. I quickly got put with the regular kids though.
That's just a snippet of things. It's a sad story because of what my mom has told me (and this I'll leave out), but with my grandpa, he had an interesting life story.