Death and the crap that follows

It is not easy to hear that someones about to die. For anyone. Typically a parent dying is going to drive anyone into emotional downtraught. June 24th my father passed away.
He had battled with Parkinson's disease for many years, just as his father did several years prior. My father and I were not close. Infact, until recent years a father to me was someone who called you maybe 3 times a year and discussed the weather because he didn't know what else to say to you. Many of my good friends also were raised by their single mother. It was odd to me to grasp the concept of having two parents. It had probably been about a year since I last saw or talked with my dad. Mostly because last time I tried to call I was told by my step mother that he could no longer talk on the phone because he kept falling down and they wouldn't allow him to have one in his room at the nursing home any longer. I thought, possibly she would offer to use her cel phone from his room to call me so I could speak with him, but no such luck.
There is a lot of anger built up inside me when it comes to him and maybe there shouldn't be now that he's passed but there is. In fact, I think it's almost worse now as I am angry that I'm not that upset. We went down the day he passed as he was in a coma, to say goodbye. I didn't have much to say. My siblings sure did. I had nothing. That's a strange feeling. I held his hand a bit. They talked. I listened. And then I just felt bad for them at their loss. That's not right is it?
So anyway, I learned about the funeral on the internet. Again, no one bothered to call me, shocker. I will show up like a good daughter would and do what is expected of me, and then I assume be done with that side of the family with the exception of my sisters. I may or may not see my step brother and his family again. We shall see, it'd be nice, I like them. but being as it was 15 years until I saw him at the nursing home that day, I'm guessing it's not likely.
My step mother will most likely never see me again. I say this because she's never seemed to care to see me any other time she's seen me. So I'm assuming this will be the case. After all, I did belong to my mother not her.
So there, that's it.
I can't wait to have closure on all of this soon. I wish the funeral wasn't so far out.