Death of a Cousin

What does it say about myself, that for all intents and purposes my cousin Jeff’s death has not really affected me, at all?

Yes he was family, but I only meet the guy a handful of times, mostly when I was very young, and I never really knew the guy.  I’m not sad and my only real concern is for my mom and those others in the family who have actually been affected by this death.  I feel like I’m in a Seinfeld episode.

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