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.