Just the hubby?
I had to explain to the kid that like, due to moving countries every other year as a kid and stuff, I have an ABNORMAL reaction to grief, and don't cry. Well, I do, but not in the MOMENT, when I might have to be you know, vulnerable and etc. I just sort of mentally classify everyone I care about as "semi-perm" and act like there is no difference between like, their ACTUAL presence and my mental you know, scan of them. I've cried a bit, but not that much, although I will most definitely miss the kid, he was the most awesome thing that ever took place in my life. I really want a job for many reasons but first and foremost is like, being able to afford to visit him. I will definitely miss having someone I loved the MOST (or at least, the most UNCOMPLICATEDLY) in my life who will give me a hug and talk me off whatever ledge (I can do the same for him) he just was the easiest kid of all time (for me, anyway) God just happened to hand over a child that I understood instantly (and he me) which was THE BEST as he was NOT planned, and me and my mom love each other, for sure, but I will say I think we secretly Each think (well, I know I DO, her not so much) so well, I think I was spawned from some sort of weird pod she had in there.
Of course she was from that boomer "do everything at 110% capacity AND find the hardest job of all time and really you should have 12 of them," feminist generation. I will admit to often wondering if feminism was really so good for MOMs, as a whole and on an individual basis. Since I was Independent of Societal Norms, I just had that kid and cleaned houses and got my master's and he was in Daycare 0 times, either me or I paid my little brother to watch him. So, we all get along.
So not too much Kleenex from me, but god I have yet to cry that much even when someone up and DIES on me, I mean, I generally expect them to be around in heaven loitering around and waiting for me. Like I said, weird.
Plus, the fact that I consider death (at least at times) as nothing more than a welcome and longed for release to the pasture underneath my feet, well, that doesn't hurt either. The idea of "no more consciousness" is frankly many times fairly appealing.
Besides, when I Cry, I'm BETTER than Kleenex, LOL, I like to have a sort of runny, snotty, mascar-ed mess running down my face until I sniffle into my robe or whatever. I mean you can wash a ROBE, a Kleenex not so much. LOL
Anna