Does death make you cry?

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I am sensitive, more than most men probably, but for some reason, death usually doesn't make me cry. Even when my grandma died a month ago, as much as I miss her, I haven't cried once. I guess it's because she was 88 so I don't see it as tragic, and have been prepared for the inevitable for a while now. Does that make me heartless, or are a lot of people actually like that?

Sometimes, but not for very long. I don't cry about much, though.

I don't think it's necessarily heartless, I've had relatives die and I didn't cry, but they were at the point where they were just hanging on and suffering. When they died, I felt they were finally at peace, no more pain.

A little. Sometimes. Not really. Hard to explain.

When my grandfather died over twenty years ago, I almost cried the second I heard, but then didn't. I felt bad for my grandmother.

When my mother died six years ago, I only felt the urge, but never did, and that was only during the funeral itself. Oddly, I didn't feel like crying more my own sake, or hers, but for the people getting up and saying their peace, some of whom were very emotional. I felt badly for them, because they didn't know what it was like to not be bothered by it.

When I heard my grandmother finally died last December, I didn't cry or even feel the urge until the service itself, and then only the urge, and for the same reason as at my mother's funeral.

Strange huh?

Death, and the thought of death doesn't really bother me. It might though, if one of my kids were to...

never mind. Rather not even think about that.

scream

i didnt cry when my grandad died. he was almost 80 and had been ill for quite a while. i cried when my uncle died. he was in his 30s and died unexpectedly. it wasnt just me who reacted this way though

When my grandfather died yes I did cry. When my dog died I also cried. Other then that no.

I don't remember the last time I cried, it must have been over a decade ago...I can't even though I'd like to.

I founded it quite puzzling went I went to the funeral for a friend. He was one of the rare people who got to actually know me a bit. I accuse myself that I was unable to reciprocate such sentiments. Well for what it was worth, with my condition I gave it my best. He was the better component of the R and C show. I think the funniest was when he and I went to the UC to a mosh concert for 3 Inches of Blood. I wore a red Che Guevara shirt, and he wore a black Iron Cross: West Side Choppers shirt. So people in the universe was like wtf. (explaination, red=communism black=anarchism, Iron Cross although no longer an icon of Nazism, but a prevalient one in the Motorcycle community. Neverless it's still the Iron Cross). Man that was pure comedy right there. lol.

I speculate that perhaps he was also an Aspie, however a more severe version as he cut himself off in the "Ron Bunker" (a farm house he rented), Because he was a conspiracy theroy fan, and was very politically minded and well read, (he introduced me to Palidin press actually, a Forbidden knowledge distributor for knowledge such as anarchist cook book, etc). I joked that the farm was the Ron Bunker. He was very at home with company of entertaining one or two friends at a time, and his life specalities were very diverse, so he had many friends across the life style spetrum. But he was Schizophrenic, depressive, and very sensitive to stimuli. (which is why he wasn't very comfortable in big party settings). He supported himself through Forex trading. (Which I found very very odd, because most of these so called conspiracy therosts seemed to have speculated right, that the US dollar dimise was from a combination of MANY unfavorable factors. And he lost alot of money, and he self medicated with alcohol. With access to his guns....... I fear that I might be following down this path as well. I already have my bunker concept set up. I am like Burt the Turtle (cold war mascot for Atomic preparedness).

I find it strange that I didn't cry at his funeral. If anything I felt confusion. I didn't feel anything. It was just as if I sat in a regular church meeting.

My grandma died from cancer, and we visited her alot in the hosplice. Oddly again I didn't cry just felt confusion at the funeral. Or the week of the funeral as per Buddhist traditions.

When my grandpa died years ago. I felt nothing. Like life carried on. Like am I a sociopath or something. That I am not appropriately sensitive. Do I not care? This just provides more credance that I am some sort of alien. (I tend to go to alot of new aged sites, or at least had some pseudoreligios exposure).

I do when its a close family member and I have to try really hard to hold it back when its a someone I knew.

I only cry about death when it's someone who really, really, really means a lot to me.

And to be honest, a death like that doesn't happen very often.

Most of the time, I just try to console others, and offer some solace; it's what I know how to do.

I can't, of course, relate on an emotional level in most cases.

I don't know.

I watched my grandmother die of cancer. It was very depressing and I felt very uncomfortable but I didn't cry. Instead I drank a lot and wrote a bunch of poems.

My grandfather also died. What I remember most was how uneasy I felt seeing my mother cry and having her want me to hug her.

The only death I seriously cried over was my cat's. She died of cardiomyopathy at 1 1/2 and it was too unexpected.

I think whenever my mom and dad die though I will be a mess.