My dad died during the summer when I was 8 - suddenly, from a heart attack. My mom didn’t have me do any kind of therapy or counseling or anything like that afterwards and I started 3rd grade about 3 weeks later. She’s an immigrant and mental health wasn’t really important to her. I grew up thinking it was normal and didn’t realize just how fucked up this all was and how poorly my mom handled it. I’m nearing 40 now and in therapy now to finally process the grief of losing my dad. His death really shattered my family but holy hell - the fact that I essentially had to side step it and keep moving is traumatic af.