A lot of my older relatives have died. Some of my old school chums have died. A lot of other people I’ve known have died.
I cried once after my grandson’s funeral.
But for most people who know who have died, I don’t cry. And today I can’t think of anyone I actually miss enough to cry over. I would probably cry if one of my kids were to die, because that’s not supposed to happen.
Long ago I learned not to become too attached to people. Partly because even when they were present they were mostly absent, unattached, uncommitted. I just got accustomed to the idea that people leave, so I quit letting myself become too attached. It’s pretty much “out of sight, out of mind” for me.
I only bring it up because I see other people mentioning loved ones, recounting memories, and having a cry for their loss. And that’s fine, I don’t begrudge another their mourning. I just don’t feel it the same way.