Acceptance in lieu of tears

I had a revelation this week thanks to my friend Miriam. I was explaining to her that as I face the 10-year anniversary of my life-changing bicycle accident in May 2012, I often wonder why previous tear-jerking events such as a boyfriend's break-up or a relative's death no longer provoke tears even though I feel sadness in my heart.
I sometimes feel like the heartless tinman in the Wizard of Oz. Things might be scrambled in my head but my bicycle accident did not affect my heart whatsoever. So it's been baffling me. Like part of my womanhood has been removed because tear-jerker films no longer jerk any tears from my eyes. My friend Miriam declared that it's most likely a new ACCEPTANCE I have for life's sad events. Because of my own losses and sad story, I accept these events as an extension of life, instead of a loss worthy of grieving. It's a transition of life's path rather than a loss.
When I hold people close to my heart and they physically leave me in this world, their place does not shift.