What the ? My closest experience of Covid so far

[T.C]

Not spoken to my Father in over 20 years, since he remarried after my Mother died 21 years ago.

Anyway, I have just been informed that he died on Monday just gone aged 87.

Apparently he went into Hospital for a routine procedure, contracted Covid and died as a consequence.

Such is life.

Anyway, the point of my post is, has anyone else ever lost a parent or really close relative and found it difficult to summon any emotion or the need to grieve?

It really has not bothered me... Is that bad?

 

[Malone]

I never really got on very well with my parents - but if truth is told I’m not very easy to get on with anyway. Mum’s departure at 87 was a blessing as she had dementia and cancer. My dad lasted till he was 90 and he was pleased to go when he did. I don’t miss them or grieve for them. I miss my mum-in-law though even though she was a pita when alive.
The 20 years since you last spoke must have been for a good reason (or not) and only you know why. Will you grieve later? Probably not I’d guess. But, remember, I’m an awkward sod and not like a lot of people.

 

[Squag1]

I don't think so.
Different people are affected in various ways.
My physio died a few weeks ago and it really upset me. I knew he had been very unwell a few years ago but didn't think death was imminent. He was a larger than life person in every way.

I was upset when my father died but not when my mother died. She was 85 and driving around a week before. She was in hospital less then a week a just drifted away. I was glad for her as she dreaded being in a home.

 

[Cougar377]

I've not spoken to my mum, two sisters or step dad since the late 80's.
I couldn't care less if they're alive or dead.
I never really knew my stepdad and after he and my mum divorced he disappeared.
I fell out big time with my mum and one sister over their membership of CND (I was serving at the time) and the crap I used to cop from them whenever I was home on leave.
The other sister, being the youngest, decided that the world owed her a living and became an entitled self absorbed snowflake long before it became fashionable

 

[derek kelly]

My Mother died in 1976, four days before my 19th birthday, she was an alcoholic so she spent more time with the bottle than with her kids, it was a year after her death when the grief hit me & it was more regret at not doing more to help her despite knowing there was nothing I could have done.
My Father died in 2001 aged 91, I never grieved, I never missed him.