Friday the 13th isn't funny anymore

My grandfather, who's been really sick for a while and is the reason for some of my more cryptic 'things aren't good' comments, slipped into a coma this morning. I'm an army brat. I've never lived anywhere near my dad's family. I've met my grandfather maybe about fifteen times in my life. I haven't spoken to him since 2004 when my family went up to my dad's hometown before my older sister started college in the fall. These people have never tried to be a part of my life. I feel a lot closer to some of my neighbors, who we spend holidays with and I consider to be my real family, than I do to my non-immediate blood relatives. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. I feel horrible for my dad, but it's more like a stranger's dying than anything else to me.

When Lil-one of the neighbors I mentioned-died last fall, I grieved because I'd lost someone I loved who had been a huge part of my life. We're not related to her in any way, but her husband insisted we stand/sit with the family during the viewing and service. I know it's illogical, but there's a part of me that's ashamed that I'm more affected by her death than my biological grandfather. But, in my heart, she was family and he really isn't.

Is there anyone else who's been through something like this?

Friday the 13th isn't funny anymore

My grandfather, who's been really sick for a while and is the reason for some of my more cryptic 'things aren't good' comments, slipped into a coma this morning. I'm an army brat. I've never lived anywhere near my dad's family. I've met my grandfather maybe about fifteen times in my life. I haven't spoken to him since 2004 when my family went up to my dad's hometown before my older sister started college in the fall. These people have never tried to be a part of my life. I feel a lot closer to some of my neighbors, who we spend holidays with and I consider to be my real family, than I do to my non-immediate blood relatives. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. I feel horrible for my dad, but it's more like a stranger's dying than anything else to me.

When Lil-one of the neighbors I mentioned-died last fall, I grieved because I'd lost someone I loved who had been a huge part of my life. We're not related to her in any way, but her husband insisted we stand/sit with the family during the viewing and service. I know it's illogical, but there's a part of me that's ashamed that I'm more affected by her death than my biological grandfather. But, in my heart, she was family and he really isn't.

Is there anyone else who's been through something like this?