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growing up it was always fun to tell people that I had three grandfathers (or 5 grandparents, however i chose to put it at the time). two biological: Leonard (mom's dad), and Bill (huh, i think that's his name, but I'm not sure, dad's dad). my grandma Dede divorced Bill (im pretty sure that's his name as i continue typing this) and remarried Earle (as in 'David Earle McKinney'). I supposdly met Bill when I was 3 years old. i don't remember. so i never really met him. Earle died a few years ago. I found out today that my grandpa Bill died... on the phone... from my mom... two months after it happened. its very fitting given the relationship, or lack thereof i had with him. i've sometimes wondered what he is/was like, but always come to the conclusion that in the end, like THE END, it does not matter. for second, after my mom told me, i thought maybe i was wrong. i thought some more, and i have no regrets. aprroximately one quarter of my DNA (in reality its probably more like 99.99%, but i'm talking about the DNA that provides variability amongst humans) is/was the same as his and yet it had very little effect on me. the % identical DNA:effect death had on me is astrnomically high easpecially compared to my cat Parakeet (yup, the cat's name was Parakeet... YES, Parakeet.... no, he was not a bird) whose similarity to me was at best in the high 80's, low 90's. actually, now that i think about it it should really be the ratio of one minus the probability that myself and the deceased would share that much DNA by random chance alone to the effect the death had on me. now we are talking a big difference. ok, no idea where this is going, so im gonna go back to the Maters, which I paused when my mom called.