I wouldn't begin to compare the loss of a therapist to the deep grief and loss that comes with the death of a loved one. Not even close to the same category for me. Yes, I love my T, but he's not family. He hasn't been in my life since birth. I don't have the family ties with him. When T and I part ways, T isn't dying. We're just going to move on to different stages in our lives. Death doesn't allow that other person that option.