I felt nothing but numbness at my dad’s death – but then I read the book he gave me on my wedding day

Dylan Thomas’s Under Milk Wood reminded me of my dad’s decency and mischief. I laughed as I cried, and realised there’s no right way to go through the grieving processI expected to break. But I felt nothing. I did not cry, nor struggle to sleep. I seldom thought of him. I felt only guilt about how little I felt. Ours…