I’m getting really tired of the phrase “losing a child” when a child dies. As if you weren’t paying attention, they just wandered off and now it’s just a matter of finding them again.
In another lifetime, my wife had a daughter that was just a little over a year old that died in her crib when she swallowed some hair from her teddy bear and choked on it. The baby was with her father while she was at work. I can assure you many decades later she didn’t “lose” the child. Every year around the time of her death my wife gets very emotional and tries to hide her tears but I know why she’s crying. It was her first born. She still wonders who she would have become, what she would have looked like, how she will appear to her in heaven , etc...You never get over it.