I would think one's age at the loss of a parent definitely impacts how you take it. Or should. What do you think and why? I understand falling apart and being inconsolable if you're a child. But if you are old too? You've had time to get familiar with the idea of the inescapable fact that we will all die. My sister was 13 when our dad died. Her despair was more than mine though mine lasted six months. I was in my early 20's. I took it very hard. For six months. I'd cry whenever I saw a family who had a dad. I couldn't control it. Then I had a dream about him. A beautiful dream. It comforted me a great deal and I guess I just snapped out of it . He died in January of 1960 and I still miss him every day and always will I expect. But the pain has long since gone away. I know one day I will be traveling that same exact path. We all do. I hope how I die is as peaceful and pain-free as how he died.