Except for that time when Danny swore the pupils were glowing red…LOL *snicker*

Yeah. I just don’t think it’ll be a good thing for me, nor for my aunt and uncle actually. I imagine they’d be given grief by the jewel-toned (deleted for obsenity hehehe) that is one of their sisters. She’s rabid, I tell you what.

Nope. Just much nicer/safer for everyone involved if I stay home.

You have Steve’s eyes? Preston’s eyes?

I have met one of my paternal siblings. I’m not part of that family, not really.

Sounds like me and my dad’s family. I know them. I know how to reach his sister in Ohio in case of emergency. I know where my dad lives. But as far as anything else. Meh. They’re just people I never see.

that I feel bad for not feeling sad?

When my grandfather died two years ago, I felt more anger than anything else, Jodi. For one thing, I hadn’t ever really seen him since I was three or four. He never really was a part of my life. I saw him once when I was pregnant with Thomas – he’d dropped by an aunt’s house, and I just happened to be there. To my knowledge, he never saw Thomas or Tayler. Not even once. Whenever I’d get up the nerve to call him when I was still married to David (that’s when I still had hope that I had a father somewhere who gave a shit about me), if his wife answered the phone, I’d always have to explain who I was, and she’d never let me talk to him. :headdesk:

And when he died two years ago? My mom, Sandhi, and I found out only because the woman we grew up next door to saw his obit in the newspaper and called my mom! After living through the fiasco of my grandmother’s funeral, I opted out of this one. It wasn’t worth it.