@VirginMaryCandle Everyone deals with death and loss differently. My mother died when I was 10 and I watched as everyone around me fell apart. I knew that she was now out of pain, and that seemed to me to be the better place. I was sad, but not debilitated.
We're all riding this bus called life, and we all have a stop we have to get off at. I hope my stop is near a pub.
@swinemiester My first funeral was around that age for my uncle. I remember feeling I was supposed to be sad but I wasn't but what I clearly remember to this day are the tears of my aunt and cousins. I still remember the agony in that sound but still nothing. That's the part that makes me sad is I know they're going thru it but that's all I understand of it.