" You may not have ever known him, but I would go anyway.  He was family after all. "

You may not have ever known him, but I would go anyway.  He was family after all.

" @TheMustacheHero: Wow, way to be a total prick over things. I tell people that I'm his nephew, or grand-nephew is thats the actual way to call it. You make it sound like I shouldn't even care ''wheres the fruit punch?'' Ha...way to add in some heartfelt humor into it.  Maybe i just respect the ideals of family more than you do, but either way don't go insulting my own because of it.  And whats with the marks over ''nan''???? wtf's that about?... "

" @TheMustacheHero said:

"Attending a stranger's funeral is disrespectful. "

He's still family though, regardless of how well I knew him...>.> "

" Attending a stranger's funeral is disrespectful. "

"Attending a stranger's funeral is disrespectful. "

Attending a stranger's funeral is disrespectful.

Well written and depressing.  
 
Sorry to hear all that.

The world is all fucked up. =/

Yesterday I found out that Great Uncle, Colin, died. More imporantly though, I only actually found out about Colin with that very information...

My nan was on the phone with his wife and soon after she then rested her arms on the dinner table and had one of those serious tones on her voice.
She explained how she had another brother called Colin, not a half or step brother, full blood relation.

Hes the oldest of my Nan and her siblings but at that time her dad, and my great Granddad, wanted a girl. Soo he then opted to just hand him over to some friends because again, he didn't want a boy and the friends also were unable to conceive a child.

According to my nan though, they never knew how to raise a child so well and thus he was never shown much love growing up. They fed him, clothed him and all that but the affection you need growing through the first stages of childhood was missing.

Even as a child too, my nan and her siblings knew of Colin, they knew he was there brother. They weren't permitted to see him though and nethier Colin or my nan ever appeared at each others birthdays or other family events.
Apparently such occurences was common in those days too...people just handing over their kid to someone else like a pet they just didn't like the look of.

Truthfully though, I wasn't saddened by the news, I mean of course hes still just a stranger to me and will always stay that way too.
I'm more soo pretty pissed at why the hell, all this time, my nan still just carryed on with her dad. They still spoke to each other like a loving father and daughter would throughout life. She explains to me how even as an adult, Colin was plagued with depression and was usually on meds and sorts throughout. 
 
He had least was able to have his own family, kids, grandkids. And worked as a teacher in a primary school. Non the less, his potential happyness in life was thwarted by his lack of affection during his childhood and of course knowing how he was abondoned. 
And now he dies at the age of 61. From a massive heart attack my nan said. I asked about the Funeral and she said she will attend, though franklyI feel its a lil too late toonly juststart getting involved in his life...when he doesn't have one.

I might join too, not because of him being family but because even without relation, he was a broken man who had to live life knowing his parents didn't want him. Blood relation or not, its just too damn cruel.

So yeah, bad things happen in the world, hardly news to anyone. But still just thought I'd give rise to such an event in my life.