Apparently my grandfather died today. I don't really know how I feel. See, I didn't actually meet my grandfather until I was twelve-years-old. He did something (I honestly have no idea what he did until this day) to piss my mother off to the point were she cut off all communication with him and the only reason she started talking to him again was because at nine-years-old my sister began to annoy my parents as to where he was and why she never met him. So I've only dealt with him a dozen or so times in the past fourteen years. All I really know is what I've heard through the grapevine about him and he didn't really seem like a very good person.
It's all very odd to me because my mother hasn't had any sort of reaction. So I just gave her a kiss and told her I loved her and that was that. She is hanging around our living room like she normally would. I have no clue how my mother actually feels about her father dying and it seems weird to me. When my grandmother (her mother-in-law) died in 2005 she had more of a reaction -- Granted I don't believe she cried (I can't remember, it was six-years ago and all I remember is how devastated I was), but she at least said something about it, I don't know if it was because she knew I loved my grandmother more than anything in the world or what but she still reacted. I don't know.
Library wise, I called my Department Head to tell her because my union contract is on my desk and I don't know what I'm entitled to in terms of bereavement. I'm gonna go to work tomorrow because I have no idea what is going on with a wake or funeral. I'll keep you all up-to-date.