Not necessarily "abnormal"; During my time in the Crotch, lots of my fellow Marines died in the Battle for Hue City all around us. Even now, so many years later, I don't feel "grief" but just think to myself, "well, that's life and death and it comes for all of us".

The Shrink at VA told me it is part of PTSD "Anhedonia" or something like that where I don't feel passionate sadness or grief. I just figure its like that saying "There's Always Something and You can't do a Fucking Thing about it.".

I felt more sadness and grief when my dogs died this summer than when anyone in my family died. It's not just you, mate.

It depends on who dies.

How many people turned on you for not being vaccinated?

You'll only feel grief to the extent they were relevant in your life.

My folks are still alive and they are salt of the earth po-dunk people. Old time Dixiecrats. When the vaccines came around my mom told me how every firehouse in the state was giving out polio vaccines in the 50s and she did her duty and got her vaccine then. By God she would do the same thing now.

I love my family very much but only because they are my family. When they leave this world I'm not sure I'll shed a tear, and it terrifies me.

You know, I've asked myself that more than a few times over the course of my life. I don't feel much when people die. I momentarily feel a sudden rush of panic for some reason at the news, but I don't necessarily feel "sad." At least, not the sadness where I'm crying, or even misty eyed. My uncle passed just a few years ago, and he wasn't even 50 years old. Lung cancer snuck up on him, was already stage 4 by the time they figured it out. Coughing blood was what led them to figure it out.

When he died, it was sad, but kind of expected? I dunno, I just know that we're all gonna go, and it's terrible for the ones we leave behind (At least, for the ones who have anyone to leave behind) yet I don't see the point in holding onto that hurt for long at all. Maybe a few days of grief at most? I've seen what holding onto grief does to people in my family many times, so I might have subconsciously rejected that and gone too far to the other end?

I get upset at pet deaths more than people deaths. I just don't click with people I guess? Animals are more innocent? I've been a recluse since 17 years old due to medical issues, so maybe something is broken with me?

It's just one of those things that we get or don't. Maybe it's a case by case basis thing? I have no clue. People smarter than I - which isn't hard in the slightest - have probably pondered this same question and came to clearer answers and understanding. I'd probably feel more grief if a youngin' were to pass? I dunno, I just know that I hate funerals. I just think that most people anymore just don't actually care and are putting on a false mask because they think they have to do so.

Then again, most of my extended family were vultures who couldn't wait to pick at the stuff left behind and I grew to be disgusted by them on sheer principle.

On the other hand, I do have to admit that I get incredibly angry when someone desecrates the dead, or besmirches their legacy for a quick buck. Like, when my great great uncle passed, I was somewhat sad I couldn't go see him much anymore, but when we learned that some of his great grandson's "friends" had spooked the mental midget into thinking the place was haunted and pilfered every last bit of stuff for a quick buck because he was too scared to check the place I was absolutely furious and wanted heads on pikes. I legitimately wanted to kill those fuckers with my own hands. All those family heirlooms, all the family photos, all the war memorabilia (The uncle served in WW2 in the Pacific theater, at least) from him and his brothers who were long gone before him, all the little keepsakes he'd gathered over the years in his humble means... all of it, gone practically overnight.

I think, at least personally, the going isn't the sad part. We all gotta go, and I've accepted that. Too many people died in my formative years to really make me see it as anything more or less than that.

The part that makes me sad is when people let it rip them to shreds or use it as an excuse to hurt others or let themselves fall.

My mom died in March , still no tears. Not sure how to feel about that

Nah it's ok. Sometimes they just don't pluck those heartstrings.

When my dad died, I didn't even cry. I had finally seen him for the narcissistic manipulator that he really was and lost love and respect for the guy. When my mom died, it was the opposite. I am still trying to cope, years later. She was just as narcissistic, but the difference was, in her later years she started to realize what she had done wrong and tried to fix it. She put forth the effort. I love her for that. I will always wish the good part could have lasted much, much longer.

It depends on how involved you were with your parents. If you talked every day, it's very different than if you see them a few times a year.