I feel the warmth of the Divine holding me, my angel and his friends close to me, and my mother comforting me. I feel no pain, only a slight confusion. I am in a daze. Pain is reflected in my eyes though, like when I lost so many before. I believe I will feel grief later. I am not grieving yet. I am still in shock. As my father said to me when my step-mother died, “I don’t feel anything. I just keep thinking she went to the store and will walk though that door any minute.”