I just… I don't know what's wrong with me, you know? Like, my parent – the whole situation was like, end-stage, hospice, the whole nine yards, and when it was finally… over, when I said that last goodbye, there was this moment of like, real quiet. And I felt PEACE. Not grief, not sadness, just… a weird calm. And I feel so guilty, like, is that a maladaptive coping mechanism? Am I just totally broken? Because everyone else is like, completely shattered, and I’m just… tired, and a little relieved, and I hate myself for it.