I don't cry when people die. My father died when I was about three and I was told that I was so depressed that my family sent me to a psychiatrist! Then a uncle died and I really didn't care. I didn't know him well and the last time I saw him, he scared me. My great-grandma died and I don't remember crying, but I did miss her. I had a gay and much older friend to die of cancer many years ago and I was extremely upset. I finally learned to accept it a few months ago. Sometime last year, I found out that my father's father had died and I didn't really care. I wasn't effected by it because I wasn't allowed to know him. I felt for my father's family, but I couldn't relate to them. Now my grandfather on my mother's side is dying. I care about him, but I haven't cried over it. Everyone's crying over it, but I guess I've accepted it. I know they probably think I'm a bitch, but I can't help it. I guess it's normal. We all react to death differently.
Brother died... didn't cry
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I don't cry when people die. My father died when I was about three and I was told that I was so depressed that my family sent me to a psychiatrist! Then a uncle died and I really didn't care. I didn't know him well and the last time I saw him, he scared me. My great-grandma died and I don't remember crying, but I did miss her. I had a gay and much older friend to die of cancer many years ago and I was extremely upset. I finally learned to accept it a few months ago. Sometime last year, I found out that my father's father had died and I didn't really care. I wasn't effected by it because I wasn't allowed to know him. I felt for my father's family, but I couldn't relate to them. Now my grandfather on my mother's side is dying. I care about him, but I haven't cried over it. Everyone's crying over it, but I guess I've accepted it. I know they probably think I'm a bitch, but I can't help it. I guess it's normal. We all react to death differently.