Apparently my grandfather on my dad's side died. Yesterday or the day before, I think, or who knows for sure. No one in my family has seen fit to call, or even email, to tell me. My mother-in-law follows my step-mom's Facebook profile, saw it there, and emailed The Husband so he could tell me; otherwise I would have no idea.
Some years ago when my great-grandmother died, no one told me that, either. There wasn't all this Facebook and crap back then, so I just didn't know for a long time.
What the fuck is wrong with my family? It's not as though I was Lifetime-Movie-of-the-Week close to my grandfather, and as he got older I hadn't seen him very often because he didn't often want to make the drive to family gatherings, but in an even slightly functional family, I would definitely warrant a phone call.
Times like these I find myself resenting my mom for leaving me with just this to call "family".
(Well, that's not true; I do still have my grandparents on my mom's side. However, my grandfather on that side has cancer and my grandmother always downplays everything and, I suspect, withholds certain information, so I never have a very good idea of how well — or not well — they are really doing.)
I wish that I had not been moved to the front desk; I'm really not in the mood right now for the cheerful doling out of "good morning" after "good morning" after "good morning". It's not a good morning. It's a Fuck The World morning.
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