It is three years this week since my much loved DH was walking back to his office after lunch, and just collapsed and died - sudden cardiac death, no warning or chance to say goodbye. A few months later I had to leave the country where our two children were born (DS then 8, now 11, DD then 3 now 6) and bring them back to the UK, so they lost not only their dad but home, school, friends and everything familiar.
I think we have been doing remarkably well in settling into our new life after all the upheavals (and have been back to our old home country for several visits), but apart from occasional tears at bedtime, the DCs have never talked much about their dad's death or how they feel about it (though of course we do talk about him, and have photos up). But suddenly over the past week or two, presumably because of the anniversary coming up, they have both separately been getting upset, asking more detailed questions, and I don't really know how to deal with it.
DS is very bright and thinks a lot about things, and has been asking questions like, why dad? why us? what happens after you die? what's the point in living if you are just going to die? I try to talk about it honestly with him, but find it hard to provide any comforting answers. I'm an atheist and DS has also decided he doesn't believe in god, so we can't do the heaven/stars/angels stuff.
He has adamantly refused any offers of counseling, and to be honest I'm not a great believer in it anyway (in terms of talking to someone who doesn't know you or the person you have lost) - I prefer to work things through myself, with the help of good literature and poetry. Does anyone who has been through this with their children have any words of wisdom on how to help him come to terms with it? Or could recommend any good books for young teens (fiction or non-fiction) which deal with death (particularly of a parent) in a helpful way, even if it's not the main subject of the book?
DD has also obviously been thinking about it a lot, and tells me she gets upset when she sees other children playing with their dads, or when she thinks about how when she has children, they will never know their grandad. All I can do is give her a cuddle and agree with her.