Inspired by this thread.
A few years ago, my mother’s best friend–my siblings & I always called her Aunt Lil–died. At the funeral I sat with my favorite niece on one side of me and her mother, my sister, on the other side. My sister was sobbing on my shoulder during the service, and even my niece, who hardly knew her great-aunt, was a bit teary-eyed. I, on the other hand, was dry-eyed, as was my mother.
After the service, my niece asked me why neither my mother nor I had wept for Lil. I tried to explain that, after my son died*, I pretty much stopped having the capacity to cry, while my mother just wasn’t a weeper; she concentrates so much on taking care of everybody else that she never allows herself the luxury.
“Is that a good thing?” my niece asked.
“Probably not,” I answered.
Which brings me to the subject of this thread: Is it easy for you to cry, or hard? What have wept about that you wished you’d kept your eyes dry for? What have you been unable to cry about that sobbing would have been a welcome release?
*(Actually I said “A couple of years ago” without mentioning my son, as I saw no reason to make my niece cry for the second time in a night.)