I only have one child, and could well imagine that being the case for me (I don't think it would be for my husband).
I really enjoy living, but I don't have any sort of fear of death because as far as I'm concerned it's just null. I wouldn't be going to be with him, I just wouldn't have to be without him any more.
Hopefully it will never come to that, as I can see those being my thoughts. When he was very little if he was sleeping well in the night (you know, that kind of sleep that they do suddenly and you wonder if they've had a cot death, because you're used to being woken up...), I used to say to myself, "look, you can torture yourself wondering if he's unwell, you can go wake him up by checking, or you can go to sleep - either he's fine, or if he's not, you don't have to stay alive of you don't want to". It got me back to sleep.
It's a tragedy that these women didn't have any reason to live, but I hope that in some way they are least felt comfort from each other and hope of reunion.