My last surviving grandparent died today.

I feel like I should feel something. I spent every holiday of my childhood at her house, and visited her even when it was just for the heck of it. But the woman has been dead to me since 2016, all because she told my mother that adopting me ruined her life.

So now I don't know what to feel. Because I've been proceeding as if she was dead for 6 years, and now that she is, I've already grieved.