It's all Relative

 My brother called me about six hours ago to let me know that my paternal grandfather had died. People who hear about this will offer condolences and apologies. None should be offered to me though since my grandfather was more of a stranger to me than the guy who sells me my beer. 

When I think back on my childhood I only have one positive memory of my grandfather. Considering how much time I spent with the man as a child, and the insane amount of information that I can remember going back to when I was two years old, this is pretty sad. Having him die and not feeling any real emotion in regards to that illustrates just how little "family" and "relatives" actually have to do with each other. 

I have a very small number of people whom I consider to be my family as compared to the number of people with whom I share blood & DNA. So RIP grandfather, a man I never knew