When my introverted thinker daughter was two and a half, we took care of her maternal grandmother at home in hospice for nearly six weeks. Her maternal grandmother died at home.

Two and a half year olds can't process death, right?

When she was four she came to me.
"How old was grandmother when she died?"
"She was sixty-one years old." I could anticipate the next question.
"How old are you?"
"I am forty-one."
"When will you die?"
"I don't know. No one knows. But, great grandmother K lived until she was 93 so I am hoping to be more like her than like grandmother H, but I don't know. I don't think I am going to die any time soon."
She studied me very carefully. It felt like she was checking to be sure that I was telling her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Apparently she was satisfied, because she toddled off to do something else.

And that is how the introverted thinker processed death.

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