A Death In The Family

I just got the news from my mother today while she called me from my aunt's: My grand-aunt, Tish, is dead. From cancer, as far I know. But, you know, death is a natural element in life. The Lord gives, and the Lord takes, or what ever deity have you. Her suffering is over, and I should be happy....but I can't help but cry. I didn'w know her that well, I know that she was kind, yet firm. I'm trying not to cry, but I just can't help it. I don't know why...They say that crying is a way to get over stress, or something else...I forgot. I'll mourn, but not for long. A person can't spend all their time mourning over the death of another, or their life will cease to exist, and only be in a standstill, you know what I mean?