Death in the family

My biological father passed away this morning.
I senses it was coming from talking to him the last few days.
I notice a shakiness and jitteriness arising. Not sadness per se.
So, there is just noticing what is arising and sitting with it.
Feeling a heaviness and somber-soberness.
Not trying to label or judge.
No preference. No needing it to be this way or that.
No need to put it into bliss-bunny terms like love and light and such.
No need to make it right or ok or any of the other new age BS around make lemonade from lemons.
No suffering. No Guilt or Shame or Fear.
Just here, witnessing. That is all there is.