This isn’t fake (it’s terrible that i have to say that in the first place) I was sitting in the car and my mom got a call that he was dying. It was on speaker phone. She started to tear up so i did too. So we we’re driving up to my cousins house when this happened (my uncle was there and the grandpa that was dying was his). She told him and he said he didn’t really care to go because he already said his goodbyes before (my grandpa has almost died a few times before). Everyone seemed to be unmoved by it other than my mom. I wasn’t even that sad. No one was ever really close to my grandpa. He was an alcoholic and had bad trama from the vietnam war. He never really was around for my mom and my two uncles. He had been in a hospital bed for 4 years. I still had some hope that he would still be alive so i didn’t go with to see him. Now i really regret that. About 3 hours ago i got the news and still wasn’t really sad. I just wish that i had gone to see him just like i wished that i had gone to see my guinea pig when my mom said he was really sick. For both of them i had hope that they would live but they didn’t and i missed saying goodbye.