After my father died, my uncle B. conspired with dad’s girlfriend to take all his personal possessions out of the house while I was away at work. I held a grudge against them, as far as I can tell it’s the only time I’ve ever held a grudge.

Last summer I saw on Facebook that B. had died, it was shared by other family members. The one thing I thought when I saw that was, “oh well”. I felt nothing at all.