I remember when I was younger around 9 3 of my closest relatives died within a year of each other. my uncle, grandfather, and great grandmother. When my uncle died I cried when i heard the news in the hospital, and at the funeral. When my great grandmother died I cried at the funeral but i understood she was dying cause she had cancer, and was 103, but my grandfather was my favorite person in the world, and when they told me he had died I did nothing i said ok, and continued watching TV...it was weird, but i was expecting it since I had been taking care of him, and helping to feed him and such...i understood what was happening, but i didn't cry alot not even at the funeral, but to this day he's the only one that i still cry about and I'm 20...
Jam it back in, in the dark.