My grandpa died last night... I'm not upset at all. I don't think I'd ever spoken more than a few sentences to him in my whole life, to be honest, although I saw him a lot; we even lived with them for a while when I was younger but-- even though that was before he had any sort of dementia, as far as I know-- we still didn't have any relationship. He wasn't emotionally involved with... anyone, quite frankly.
Anyway, even if I had had a connection with him... He was totally out of it and if it were me I don't think I would want to live like that.
Actually, I'm weirdly excited for the funeral, because when we go to the burial I'll finally be able to visit my aunt's grave, which I haven't seen since I was eight. And I did love her, very, very much.