When my father died, he oulived my mother, at the funeral, all their friends kept telling my sister and I how proud our parents were of us and how they delighted in all the things we had done in our lives.
All my sister and I could think was what a shame it was that they had never shared that pride in us, with us. They were of the generation who didn't believe in praising people. They never criticised us or made any negative comments, but they just took any success we had, not just work or education, in their stride.
I tried for a long time to get a resonse form them in some way but in the end accepted that that was they way they were.
However I vowed to always let my own children know how pleased and proud we were of them, whatever they did.