my grampa died over the summer, i never ever saw him until i got to the us which was almost 7 years ago but we still didnt talk to each other much, never called him granpa just by his name and he never called me anything except for my name. this wasnt the case with the rest of my cusins he had nicknames for all of them so i guess that too separated us.

well when he died i was shocked not because of his death but because he was really healthy a week before his death, but like the OP i didnt feel anything, i felt strange going to the service and funeral just because everybody around me was feeling horrible and i was just waiting for the whole thing to be over. too this day i feel weird about the whole situation