He died horribly, riddled with cancer. My sister and I are his only surviving relatives short of his sister, and thus we are now in charge of his body and funeral arrangements

it's not a situation I ever expected to find myself in.

I expected to feel nothing whenever he passed, as we've been estranged for decades, but nothing is the opposite of what I'm feeling.

I don't know what this emotion is but it's big and I don't like it.