Today, my mother told me that my grandfather died last night. That was a terrible news, however I feel nothing at all. I didn't even teared up while she was telling me the news(and she was crying so loud). I don't know. I loved my grandfather...a lot, and I feel like a monster because I am failing to feel anything or express any kind of emotion. The sad part is that I actually feel happy...in a way. The sun is shining, it's warm outside..it's beautiful; a perfect day to die. I mean what more can a person ask for? To feel the comforting touch of the sun on their face one final, last time... right before they close their eyes forever...
Besides, wherever he is now I am sure it is a lot better..at lest he is not suffering anymore. He battled lung cancer for the longest time and now he won; he is free from problems, cancer and anything material and physical...I feel happy for him.

Rest in Peace

Is it bad that I am having this kind of thoughts? I guess... Am a terrible person?