As I have blogged about several times in the past, for the past few months, my grandmother was in the hospital in Vancouver with septicemia; an infection of the bloodstream.

Only a few minutes ago, my mother phoned from the hospital, and my grandmother has passed away.

Whenever I think of death, I always remember the wise words from the end of the movie 'Ladder 49'. It quoted something like this:

Let us not mourn his death, but celebrate his life.

However, oddly enough, why don't I feel sad? Should I not cry over my grandmother's departure? This is the first death of someone close I've ever had, and yet I feel no difference, only the slightest tinge of guilt inside for knowing that I should be mourning.

Perhaps I will mourn in time.

And what a great 50th blog this is.