Coping With Guilt

Grampa died. He died, and I should have cried, but I didn't.
I don't know why, I just know that I didn't.
For the world to lose a man of such devotion and virtue, you'd think that the least I could do was cry, but I didn't.
He was my only example of what a man should be; the least I could do was cry, but I didn't.
The only stable provider that I'd ever known had died, and I didn't cry.
Then it occurred to me that I'd never seen Grampa cry; neither did I.
Now I know why.