I mean, I am glad that I didn't have to talk to my father. He made us make a personal appearance some years ago just to tell us that our grandfather was in prison for shooting wife number 4 or 5. But he can't even call me to tell me somebody on that side of the family that I actually liked had died? That's the peeved part.
I guess I'm just confused. And I was already feeling a little depressed. So now I feel a little extra crappy. Hmph!