Just got the news of my uncle's death. Well I suppose I can say he had a good long life, 70 years old.

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Maybe my grandmother is right, I'm a cold hearted bastard...
My mother comes in crying and I gave a hug to her but more for knowing it'd be mild comfort and not to truly comfort her? I doubt that made sense...

Plus I feel somewhat indifferent with what happened. He died, we grieve (not sure if I did this stage, I think I skipped this one), we move on with our lives. One can't assume that stopping everything else to pay attention to a passing will the world about do so as well, it keeps moving, we're nothing more than a speckle of sand in the desert.