My aunt Kelli is my mother's half-sister from my grandfather's 2nd (and final) marriage. Due to some pretty crazy family history between my grandparents and my step-grandmother Joyce, our side of the family became the "lesser" family especially as the branches of the family tree grew. It didn't really hit me as a child, I loved seeing my grandfather...which only happened once or twice a year at best. But it was strange, it was only until a few years ago that I even "knew" my aunts Kelli and Melissa than more than just names but their children are practically strangers to me. I sat down next to a big picture of many family members in the visitation for a few moments to rest and friends of the family asked me who I was. I said I was a grandson and they asked "are you in this picture?" and I sadly had to tell them "no".
I could feel much different about this if I lived several hundred miles away but they lived ridiculously close to us for such a thing to happen. Grandpa never went to a birthday party, or a wedding that I can recall. The last time my grandparents were in the same place was about 20 years ago when my older cousin was killed in a car wreck so they both were at the funeral. My aunt Kelli asked me to be a pall-bearer which actually meant more to me as I realized I was the only brother picked, and the only grandson. I was sadly never a very important part of my grandfather's life, but I was glad I could do this at least. It was my first time doing so, and it was about as I imagined. Since six people lift the thing at once, the "heavy" weight is not a burden.