Last year my grandfather died while I was in the same room with him, he just stopped breathing and 15 minutes later you could notice the onset of rigor mortis, he was old and sick and I wasn't alone in the room, so it didn't really stuck me as much as it could have if it was someone younger. I was also just coming out from severe depression, so I could barely feel anything. His children, no matter what, felt really sad and from what I got, I don't live with them any more, went through all of the phases of grief. The simple answer is that you find someone who can support you through the process and you learn to live with the death of a loved one. You can't forget them, it doesn't go away, their memories will always be with you, but with time and support you learn how to respect their memory and live with the loss. p.s. If it's any worth, I'm truly sorry if you're going through it. It can be tough. (*hug*)