Near the end of Night, Elie Wiesel writes that on January 28, 1945, he went to sleep with father lying in the bunk below him. The next day, he awoke at dawn to find someone else in the bed. His father had been taken away to the crematorium, perhaps still breathing, and had no funeral or any other formalities to mark his passing.
Wiesel writes that he did no weep for his father's death. He felt guilty for his lack of emotion, but he was "out of tears." The exhausting nature of life in the concentration camp has left him without the ability to express or even feel the most basic emotions. His only faint emotion was that he finally felt free of responsibility without the task of caring for his father.
In the following chapter, Wiesel remarks that the period in which he felt the greatest apathy and indifference to his fate began with his father's death. He later came to see how profoundly this event had affected him. However, in the immediate aftermath, he was too exhausted and traumatized to feel anything at all strongly. The sense of freedom and relief was linked to the apathy he felt, since his main attachment to life was now gone.