Who is this man?

Well, my grandfather died. And I felt nothing. Weird huh? Well here's some background. First off my dad disowned his father. Mr. Fales (what else do I call him?) wanted nothing to do with me and my brother, for reasons only known to himself. I had committed the crime of being born, and for that I was banished from a grandfatherly relationship. Who looks at a baby, and says to himself "wow! I want nothing to do with THAT child". Its inhuman! So my dad, wonderful man that he is, decided that if his father didn't want to have anything to do with us, then he didn't want to have anything to do with him. I tried a couple of times over the course of my life, at vulnerable times, to contact this man and get some sort of relationship going with him, but to no avail. I wrote him a letter and sent him my best picture of myself , at age 18. I got a very disconnected response, a letter and picture of him standing alone next to a car, and nothing else. I was young and naive, and life was coming at me fast, so I didn't try any contact again for a long time. He never called or wrote or came to be with us when my brother died, and that didn't really hurt as much as puzzle me. After all I didn't know him, so why would I expect anything? So fast forward 10 years, and my dad is lying in a hospital bed, precariously holding on to life, trying to recover from emergency open heart surgery, and I write to this man again, and this time I get nothing. Not a post card, not a carrier pigeon, not an email, NOTHING. Well here we are 3 years later, and my dad tells me that his dad died. He had about as much emotion over it as someone talking about a character dying on a TV show that they never watched. Apparently this man was no more popular with other people than he was with his "family", because his obituary (click the title of this blog to go there) says that no services or visitation will be held. Big surprise! There is no one TO visit! Normally my family rallies together, supporting, hugging, comforting each other during a family crisis, but there is none now. How weird is that? Another weird-y thing, my uncle's name is spelled wrong in the obit & my dad's name is wrong altogether. He dropped the name "Floyd" in favor of the initial "F." 15 or more years ago, legally. He never went by that name even as a small child. But there it is listed in the obituary, Floyd McPhalen. So as the song in the movie "A Chorus Line" says, "I dug right down to the bottom of my soul....and I felt nothing". Sad, really.