Wow, P., this is a hard one. My perspective may be a bit different because I am not one that finds much comfort in the idea of heaven-- I have dealt with much loss in my life, but i'll tell you about the ones that my children were affected by. My grandmother (who I was very close to and even lived with for a few years) passed away when my daughters were 1 and 2, almost 3. We too were on a trip, interviewing for a job, and rushed home. My grandmother was in the hospital for a few days before she passed, and my girls were terrified. They would latch on to us and cry at the sight of her. The funeral helped them to understand that she was gone. Since they were younger, they didn't react so harshly afterward-- but they would speak of her every now and again and still do--sometimes out of the B.. When my dad (their paw-paw, "scooby do":) passed away on Christmas day of 2006. They were 6 & 5 at the time. We had been up for Thanksgiving, and the girls again were afraid of him b/c at that time, he was sick and in bed. They did have ice cream with him, which is my last memory of the girls with him. They were very inquisitive about what had happened. I was a mess, and we all cried. But after the tears, my husband and I sat them down and asked them what they thought had happened to paw-paw. They had some hard questions about creation and death, and we used it as an opportunity to teach. They did research on the computer and shared with us their thoughts on death and all of those grown up philosophical questions that we never stop pondering. The thing that affects them most is worrying about their maw-maw, who is now alone. We talk about being healthy and being independent and about living our best lives. They also expressed fear in us (their parents) growing old, and that was a hard one to deal with too. I don't sugar coat death-- it is absurd to me that people are born to eventually one day die. We establish these deep connections with the knowledge that they will one day be physically severed. When a loved one dies, they do take a piece of us with them. With our situation, we have 2 examples for our girls: a grandmother who lived a full 92-year life vibrantly, and a grandfather that left us at 69 after suffering for a decade with smoking-related illnesses. Our kids will hopefully learn from these experiences, as dealing with death is part of life... it isn't fair that these kids have to mourn so young in their lives-- all we can do is give great big hugs and keep the memories of our loved ones alive through photographs and discussions of who they were and how they shaped our lives. Deepest condolensces.