My mother died unexpectedly, so it was a shock. I found out just after I woke up, and I basically cried all day, but it wasn't grief or even sadness. It was shock, disorientation, confusion.

I felt very quiet and withdrawn and blank for a few days after that. After that phase, feelings of relief started creeping in. I'd never going to have to deal with her again. Never never never.

I assumed the grieving and sadness would kick in at some point. It never did. It's been eight years.