You have to look at the big picture.
My dad died of cancer when I was 21. People look at me and say, “How do you live with your Dad dying while you were so young?”
It taught me that life is very short. That one must love bigger than time. That every moment is a gift. And that love stays even when the person is gone.
I teach my children these things because I could be hit by a bus tomorrow. None of us live forever.
Those who are religious know that those that pass before us are in heaven. We will see them again. We learn patience. And personally, I don’t get how anyone who doesn’t trust in Our Lord makes it through.
My father had a massive stroke at 37. Lost his speech and was paralyzed on his right side. Was given 24-48 hours max to live. He lived 9 years with the love of his family (me, my mother, and my brother) taking care of him every day until I was 11 years old when he died while I was out at a birthday party.
Sometimes what is understood doesn’t need to be discussed.