I was 8 when my Mother died.  I kept wondering why it didn't seem to bother me much.  Dad Had two funerals, one where we lived, and another where we used to live, since we moved only a few short years from the time of her death.  Lots of people at each place, feeling badly for a 42 year old woman that died with 4 children.  I remember being sad, and missing her, but I had a strange lingering feeling she would be back soon, don't know why, who knows how an 8 year old boy's mind works?

In my Sophmore year in college, something happend when I was all alone on a weekend, and the moment came.  I cried all night, thinking about her and the years of childhood without her.  After that acceptance, I continured, content in the knowledge of her passing with God.


Yes, it does affect everyone differently.  Lots of important people to me have passed since those moments, and all had different effects on me.  Those in deep pain and loss of mind I have hoped for their sake God would take them, but it is always a shock when the death actually happens.

I recently read the book "Heaven is Real" about out of body experiences when a young boy says he went to heaven and came back, and a more recent book written by a brain surgeon that went into a week long coma and came back claiming he went to heaven.  Both are very comforting books for greiving people, I believe.