My father died when I was 8. A friend recently lost her father, she is 45 said "it is easier for kids isn't it". I didn't say anything because it wouldn't have helped and she was grieving. I don't know how many times I have heard it. , some months later she called, apologiesed and said how incredibly hard grief is as an adult never mind a child, she didn't mean to be so dismissive. But it is easy to project innocence onto children, that they don't understand so can't feel the same way. Big mistake.
My fathers death at the age of 34 has shaped me in ways I am still finding out about. Sometimes I hope it was just a story someone told you, that the truth was something else...but it isn,t. An event like that in childhood turns life/reality in a very strange thing indeed. Lost count of the therapists