Mourning with children

I envy the kids some times. They have such a way of compartmentalizing.  They escape through play,  reading and imagination. Yet one moment they are happy as a lark, laughing and having a blast, and then the next they are curled up in a ball sobbing in your arms. Tonight was one of the sobbing in a ball nights. Caleb threw the biggest monster of a tantrum unlike any I've ever seen- over not being able to see a movie tonight. The hysterical crying finally ceased a solid hour later as he whispered, "I really miss daddy" and fell into my arms to fall asleep as I rubbed his back. He has reverted back to thumb sucking constantly. Kay followed his tantrum up less than fifteen minutes later with her own breakdown, so sad and so mad. I hold them as they sob, begging God to lessen their pain. I don't know how to comfort them; how to give them solace, so I play music. Songs about God holding them, God loving them, God our good, good father. I spent my whole life trying to protect them and in one minute their safety is shattered. Pray for my kiddos.