It's part of life. Everyone dies. Just some before others. In a way you numb yourself, but you don't stop feeling. Never stop feeling. You make yourself cold. You mostly end up feeling frustration if not anger. And usually a sigh of sadness.
Thankfully and unfortunately, the phone that was stolen was my dads phone which I was using to communicate here because we put in a chip from here. My US phone wasn't stolen thank god. I'd cry for real if it was.
And it's no problem