Well, today I found out from my mother that one of my grandfathers probably died a month ago. Yeah, that's right. One month. I haven't talked to him in a long time and neither has my mother. I don't remember speaking to him at all recently, and my mother said she last spoke to him in '06 at my sister's wedding.

I did like him a lot when I was little, but I'm not sure what to think or how to feel, really. Which is kinda pathetic, I think.

EDIT: It turns out it wasn't a month ago. He died in September of '08. One. Frickin'. Year. More than one frickin' year ago. *headdesk*