My dad put me to bed (as usual) and as usual in the morning I heard him come up the stairs to check if I was awake the next day – but it wasn’t him. He had died in the night. I was 10. I was not allowed to see him, not allowed to go to the funeral. 15 years later I still used to search the hospital record system to check he wasn’t hiding. Even though I knew he wasn’t really. Don’t ignore the children.
