I was sad when my dear grandpa died. He was like a (second) father to me. He taught me many things and was the sweetest man in the world, with more love in his heart than he knew what to do with. He was a great father, a great husband, and he grew up from nothing, fatherless himself, yet turned himself into an exemplary human being and man. A role model if you will.

Definitely wept at his funeral, because I missed him dearly already. Your situation not being similar doesn't mean I have to pretend not to be sad. That's bullshit.