I might be a kid so if I don't view the world in your eyes it might be because I'm a couple of feet shorter than you. Now to the point, my mother died 5 years ago and to this day I have not cried once. Is there something wrong with me? I feel cold but warm at the same time. I feel like my family looks at me differently. When I watched the color drain from her face I knew that wasn't my mother. That was just someone who looked like my mother. You see my mom had emotions. She would laugh and yell. I realised the only reason why I didn't cry was because it wasn't her; It wasn't my mom. I'll always remember her. Maybe one day I'll be a great mom too.

I do not believe there is anything wrong with you. I believe that you react, and respond to things differently than other people. That might be a good thing, and it might be a bad thing.

What I mean though, is that you need entry worry if anything is wrong with you. People grieve and go about things differently from everyone else. It is okay.

Just out of curiosity, how old are you now, and we're you close with her before she passed?

As far as her "not being" your mother as she died, I can understand that as well.

The body you saw was no longer her because she had moved from it, to another place.
I believe that's what you meant by that, but all in all

I hope you're doing okay. Like I've said before, this place is a place of hope and trust.

If you need anyone to be here for you, for whatever reason, you'll find no better place.

The dollars are here.

There's nothing wrong with not crying, but you should hold onto some memories of her. Also,its ok to not be like someone else.

Its okay not to cry. People have different ways of expressing their feelings, and some just don't at all. When my grandfather died, I screamed. And my father didn't cry at all. Its because people have a different way of seeing things.
Its okay, you're human.
And as you've said, I'm sure you will make a great mother one day.

My mother was terrible and thankfully she lost custody of me at a young age. I was raised by my grandmother. My grandmother was my mother to me. And she died just over a year ago.

I didn't cry for a long time. We all knew when it was her last day. She had stopped responding a while before that. We knew she would die that day. Everyone hung around, said final goodbyes, and wanted to be there in her last moments. And they all cried. I left the house and made sure to stay out long enough that I wasn't there. She had left a while ago. Her body was alive, but she hadn't been in it for the last week or so. I didn't say any last words, and I didn't cry.

Eventually I cried. I cried because she wasn't there to pat my head when I was upset. I cried because life got worse when my stepmom moved back into the state and took over control of the household. I felt guilty because I never cried for her - I only cried for what I lost when she left. To this day, I only feel bad for myself when I think about it. I felt selfish and cold.

Luckily I had people around me to help. To remind me that everyone mourns differently. Not my family - they were very judgemental and actually accused me to my face of not loving her. the specific accuser was my stepmom. My automatic response was to slap her. Probably could have handled that better, but frankly that comment really pissed me off. I didn't feel a need to cry for my grandmother. I felt like she was ok. She wasn't in pain. If there is an afterlife, then she gets to be with people that she loves - whether she passes on or stalks the living relatives for a while first. And if there isn't an afterlife, then she felt nothing and her last moments were spent with all of us there - her last conscious ones, anyway. I didn't realize that this was why I didn't cry for her at the time. It was all subconscious. But upon later reflection, I had reasons. And so do you. Otherwise, you would cry. Everyone responds differently, and the fact that you can look back on her, remember what she was like while alive, and use that to inspire yourself to be a wonderful mother someday - that's enough. I think that is a wonderful thing.

Your family can look at you however they want. But everyone mourns differently. And if they decide to make false judgements because you aren't just like them, then they aren't good people to have in your life anyway. It doesn't matter what they think.