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It's the old nature/nurture debate -- in reality, who we turn out to be is a combination of the two.Genetics are most everything about a person, as we are no less animal than anything else that dwell on this earth.
Genetics plays a vital role, but so does environment and upbringing. A child prodigy with a genius IQ could be ruined by an abusive home life or even one that fails to properly develop his talents and abilities. And at the other end of the spectrum, a low IQ child could be surprisingly successful if raised in a supportive environment by attentive parents.
And, of course, even on the genetic side, nothing is guaranteed. Two genius parents could pump out a 'tard baby, and two tards can make a genius -- there's a lot of randomness at work.
My theory is that Bob was somewhere on the spectrum himself (many technically-minded people are a little spectrum-y) -- it just wasn't diagnosed in his time. Fortunately, he got the "good at math" flavor of autism instead of the "I sort glass" autism and went on to have a very successful career.
Indeed, funerals are for those who are left behind. The person in the casket does not know who attended and who didn't. You go to a funeral to console those who were closest to the deceased. I've attended several funerals of people who I have never met (e.g., friends' grandparents) just to be there for my friends.The thing about funerals is you don't have to interact with the person who's actually in the casket
It's unusual that Alan and Bob seemed to be somewhat estranged (I couldn't imagine getting new patio furniture without telling my dad about it -- let alone having a child who would be his granddaughter), but all family dynamics are different. I'm sure Dr Alan was busy with his own life, career, and family; and Bob had his hands full with Barb and Chris in the funhouse -- perhaps they just drifted apart as they both got older.
Whatever the case, I hope that Dr Alan was surrounded by those who loved him when he departed this earth, and I hope that those who are left behind can find peace.
Looking back, it seems that's always sort of been Chris' M.O. He's craved human relationships even though he has never demonstrated that he fully understands what they are. He wanted to play games with friends, but only if he could win all the time using his homemade superpowered Pokey-man cards. He wanted a girlfriend, but he didn't want a partner -- he wanted someone who could take care of him like a mother who he could also bang (and look at how that turned out!).I empathize for Chris some here, because it seems like he wishes he had more family that cared about him.
But I feel bad for him because it seems he can't comprehend what those relationships really mean -- he just wants them.
I also feel bad for him because it seems as if he still has a very childlike view of death -- being unable or unwilling to grasp its finality. This goes all the way back to when his dog died, and he "reincarnated" her in his comics (and later did the same thing with his dad), hopeful that they'll be reunited when his imaginary fantasy world merges with the real world.
Sometimes I think that deep down he knows better. He knows that it can't be true, but he clings to the fantasy because reality is too harsh for him.