So...update.
So, Friday I get a call from my dad. Grandad's been in the hospital since Wednesday. He's 95 and hasn't been able to shake this bout of pneumonia (he gets it about four times a year). Incoherent. So Dad and his wife are flying up, but there's no need for me to go since I'm not close to them. His summary, not mine. So he called yesterday and said grandpa only had a couple hours to live. I think he makes it through the night, because no call. Turns out, as my dad called at 11 this morning (after a hell of a bad night of my own, but that'll be TMI territory there), and says, "So Alex passed away at 12:45 last night." I'm sorry...what? He couldn't call me and let me know? So I'm talking to him, and surprised that my stepmom went. Shouldn't have been, since she's a nosey bitch. But the thing is, a couple months ago my dad told me that when Alex died, that me and her weren't to go, because it would be ugly (trust fund stuff). Apparently? He really just meant me. I don't have 300 to fly up there (Michigan's a 16 hour drive, and not in my damn car, that'd four days), so I'm SOL. Once again, I'm not included. And MY DAD? Says, "Oh, no. You just misunderstood." Bullshit, I have pretty high comprehension skills. He's just saving his ass. Of course. *sigh* I'm so over family politics. So over them. It took me 2 hours to go back to sleep (I had only had about 5 by 11), and I slept until 4. I'm still sleepy and exhausted.