Technology Killed Emotion

It's a known fact that technology doesn't show emotion. It happens tons of times. You receive a text from a person and don't know how to take it. Did they mean it in a serious way, were they being sarcastic, was it a joke, were they just being hurtful? The meaning of things tends to get lost in the space between where the text was sent and its destination. My mom texted me this morning and told me, through text, that my grandmother had passed away. I didn't question it because who would lie about that. But still the fact of it being true didn't sink in. I got up, got dressed, and headed to school feeling like nothing had really changed. I sat in my first class, occasionally glancing around the room. Everyone else seemed normal. My mind took note that nothing around me had changed. As I walked to my next class I received a text from my sister asking me if I knew about my grandmother's passing. I simply replied yes and continued on to my next class taking in the scene of the entire campus. Nothing had changed. I got through my next class just fine. Two hours of computer programming with only the code I was typing on my mind. As I walked out of the classroom I received a call. I picked up and the first thing I said was "something happened".How else do you announce that someone has died? I couldn't think of any other way to say it. "What happened?" was the reply I got. The tears began to well up before I even opened my mouth. "My grandmother passed away". The dam broke and the tears flowed freely. Saying it aloud made it true. I couldn't ignore the facts anymore. Everything else was the same but something had definitely changed. Now that I think about it I still don't know which I would prefer. Would you rather receive bad news like that through text so that you can face all the emotions when you are ready? Or is it better to get news like that in person or over the phone where you are forced to deal with reality and face all the emotions right there and then? 

My grandmother

It's been a really long time. I know but today I feel like writing.
I don't even know how to feel right now. It hasn't clicked in my head yet. My grandmother. My T.... has actually passed away. Is she really gone? Or will I wake up from this dream as soon as someone pinches me? The first thought that pops into my head is: Now I have no grandparents left. She was my last one. It's a weird sad feeling. And I don't like it one bit. Monday morning.... sometime around 3AM, my grandmother, Teresa Mitchell passed away. She is gone, forever. With only memories of her existence left behind. Now I have this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. The facts become clear. That generation is gone and the next one is left. Death has wiped out the oldest generation of my family tree. I can't help but think the depressing thought that my parents are next in line. My parents are older then most of my friends parents to begin with. And death comes to everyone one day, it's inevitable. So I've always had the thought in the back of my head that some day they will die. Now that idea has been forced from my subconscious to the front of my mind. By the order of things, now that my grandmother is gone, logically my parents are next in line. That fact alone terrifies me.