Two weeks ago I got the news that my Grandmother had died. She was 78, and passed away in her room while eating fruit. She didn't admit it, but I was clearly her favorite. She always begged to spend time with me, she always moved heaven and earth to make me the happiest, and even as her mental state deteriorated she always remembered my name. When I got the news I was shocked, but as time went on... I felt nothing else. No sadness, no sorrow, no grief, no bitterness, not even hollowness. I felt fine, and that started to make me angry. Not angry at her death, but angry at myself for being so nonchalant about the whole thing. I went to her funeral service and just felt... fine. No tears, no remorse, not even a waiver in my voice. It's true that due to the distance in physical land that separated us that I hadn't spoken to her in three months, and prior to that one year, but she was such an integral part of my childhood and development that I am angry at myself for not being shaken up about this, and no matter how hard I try I'm still content knowing that she's dead. And that's when I even think about her, which really ian't all that common even after a mere two weeks. Is this some part of the grieving process that I'm unaware of?