minusthepenguin

My grandpa died. His funeral was.. yesterday. One would think my father would mention this in the several voicemails he left for me that I didn't get until today because more than half the time he calls me, I don't pick up. (I don't know what I expected, but I'm finding I don't really care to talk to him so much anymore.) Not that it would matter since I didn't find out until today. So, out of the two people on that side of the family that showed continuity in actually giving a damn about me and treating me like family.. My aunt, my grandpa. Both dead. Grandpa Chuck sent me a card every birthday, every Christmas, always on time. More than my own father ever did.

Fucking hell.