Not my family

Yesterday I went to a funeral for someone my brother is related to. As I was in the service and then the burial, I realized that this is the family my brother has created. Since I am readily not invited or included in their family functions, I am not part of this family. It was very clear to me after I left that this is not my family. It never was. I will never have the brothers that care about me or hug me or even grateful to see me. It is not part of my life. We did not grow up that way. We were not taught that by our parents. Our parents did not show love for each other, let alone any of the children as we grew up. I gave my last hugs and walked away. Not my family. I get it, I have learned it, I will not keep trying to be part of something that was not meant for me to be a part of.