Three days ago, without any warning, my favorite uncle and godfather died. Just like that. Freak accident. He was a healthy, strong, 35 year-old trucker. They say it was a logging accident--he was helping to unload his truck and a strap broke. I'm not quite sure on the details, but they say he was dead on impact--instant. But don't they say that to everyone? 'They died quickly, there was no pain...' Don't they just tell you that to make you feel better? But here's the kicker--it doesn't make me feel better. It doesn't make me feel worse. Because I don't feel anything at all. No sadness, anger... well, I do have the incredible urge to stay up later at night, but that's it. Night always makes me feel anxious, restless, upset... so I guess that in a way, staying up later makes me feel bad, so the urge to stay up later makes me feel bad, so I do feel bad about him dying... but only a little. Is this normal? I mean, I was fairly close to the guy, and when I heard the news I just thought 'That sucks' and went on with my normal day. And I just keep going like nothing happened. All my cousins (be they his children or not) are all teary-eyed and upset. They all cried. They all stayed home today. But I still went to school, because I really don't care one way or the other. Except that I'm skipping school this afternoon--mostly, I think, because I want to feel, and I thought that skipping school would make me feel. But it doesn't. Is this normal?