With some luck, one day you will have to know what that is like. In other words, it's better that he dies before you do. My grandfather was still alive when my father died. At the funeral, when they opened the casket, my grandfather left before it was opened. Later, I asked him why he left at that moment. I'll never forget his answer. He said that my dad was his favorite son. He didn't want to see him in that state. He just wanted to remember him the way he remembered him. Everyone lives, and everyone dies. The greater tragedy is having to bury a son or daughter. Peace you faggot.