For whatever reason, I don't really find an outlet in crying. Occasionally I'll drop a tear and the appropriate moment in A sad movie, but IRL I almost never shed a tear.

I'll have to blame it on my upbringing. We were brought up in an authoritarian household, and basically not allowed to cry. Even if we received a severe beating from the head of the house for some minor infraction, we were expected to stop crying, sit on the lap of the abuser, and listen to them tell us about how they loved us and it was done for our own good. We weren't allowed to get down until we had stopped crying and could put on a good face to rejoin the rest of the party. It didn't matter that we couldn't sit down for three days, that was forced when necessary as well.

To that I claim and process I call bu||*****. It's no way to raise a child, and when he passes away from old age I doubt there will be many (if any) tears shed by me. Such is life.