Apparently, my grandmother died recently. I know it sounds cold when I say it like that, but I barely knew her. Honestly, pretty much the only reason I'm upset is because I know Mom is devastated. I haven't seen my grandparents in five years, and even then it was for about twenty minutes after my high school graduation.

Either that, or I'm a sociopath. I'm sure you all understand why I hope that's not the case.

EDIT: Apparently, it was my grandfather, not my grandmother. That makes more sense to me--he's had heart problems for a while, so I kinda expected him to go first. (Mom's message on the answering machine was, understandably, a bit confusing.)