People deal with grief differently. H bawled his eyes out and cried himself to sleep when we put our dog down. When my aunt died, although I loved her very much, I didn’t shed a tear. OTOH, I sobbed myself silly when D’s friend died of a congenital disease at age 14 but only in my car in a far off secluded spot in the underground parking lot of my office. I didn’t cry at the funeral,but I saw tons of parents who did and a couple who looked askance at me because I was dry eyed.