One of my older half-brothers died today,
he's been suffering for over a year with a brain tumor, so it was probably for the best. I feel kinda guilty.
Everybody is naturally sad, but I... I'm actually not that sad about it. Is that totally outrageous?
I don't know why... I guess it's because a part of me knows that he's so much better without all the constant suffering... still, I feel kinda guilty for feeling this way.

Am I completely horrible or is it natural to feel this way?

R.I.P
My Dear Brother


"When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love... in the spring... becomes the rose"