[Sparkle]

My father is dead.
And I feel nothing, or maybe I feel a whole lot of empty. I'm not sure.

He was a truly terrible father; he did some unconscionable things.
He wasn't a good person, either.
He was a stunted broken child in an over grown body.

And he died alone.

This kind of grief - is strange.
I've lost too many people whom I love greatly, who filled my life with love and happiness. He wasn't one of them.
This is different. weird. oppressive in its emptiness.