Am I messed up for this? My parent finally passed a few weeks ago (I'm nonbinary, they always just kinda... tolerated it, you know?) and after years of being their caregiver, wiping butts and all that stuff, the final goodbye — that last breath — I just felt... peaceful. Not sad. Like, a QUIET, deep calm. Is that just me? Are we (humans) supposed to be just broken all the time when someone dies? It feels wrong to admit that but it's like a huge weight just lifted, even though I miss them too, weirdly. Anyone else get that? Or am I just... a terrible person?