I think you are very lucky not to know about grief Op.
I lost a teenage DC to suicide 6 years ago. No one knew anything was wrong, so their death was like a grenade going off in my little world.
It is not something I will ever ‘get over’ or forget.
If you met me irl you wouldn’t know anything was wrong.
I work, I socialise, I smile and I go on holiday. On the surface everything is normal. My mask is firmly in place in public and for much of the time in private.
However I am a different person now. I keep going for my other Dc, but I think about my loss every day. I feel guilt and anger and sadness.
I talk about all of my children to friends and family. Most of them can look forward to many years together with their kids and that is as it should be. All I have of my lost Dc are memories and I am pathetically grateful when someone remembers their name or talks about them.
Am I the sort of person you are taking about?