I usually cry when people I know and love die, except I never cried when my grandpop died, which I always found odd because we were so close. I have realized now that the reason I never cried is because he has always been with me. I was with ghost research investigators one night at a public ghost hunt and he was talking to me on a ghost box, for everyone to hear. Verrry interesting. But I see now why I never cried. I also used to have dreams that I could bring him back to life and I was the only one who could. I understand that now too :)