They say it right

When I run out of words to describe how I feel, i look to other more linguistically gifted people to verbalize my emotions through their writing. Today its Mark Twain. I'm quoting here from a letter Mark Twain wrote to a close friend after the death of Twain's daughter, Suzy.  She was 24 years old and she died of meningitis while her parents were traveling abroad. He describes the naivety we all had pre-child loss, and how we have forever been robbed of that innocence.* * *You have seen our whole voyage.  You have seen us go to sea, a cloud of sail--and the flag at the peak; and you see us now, chartless, adrift--derelicts; battered, water-logged, our sails a ruck of rags, our pride gone.  For it is gone.  And there is nothing in its place.  The vanity of life was all we had, and there is no more vanity left in us.  We are even ashamed of that we had; ashamed that we trusted the promises of life and builded high--to come to this!I did know that Suzy was part of us; I did not know that she could go away; I did not know that she could go away, and take our lives with her, yet leave our dull bodies behind.  And I did not know what she was.  To me she was but treasure in the bank; the amount known, the need to look at it daily, handle it, weigh it, count it, realize it, not necessary; and now that I would do it, it is too late; they tell me it is not there, has vanished away in a night, the bank is broken, my fortune is gone, I am a pauper.  How am I to comprehend this?  How am I to have it?  Why am I robbed, and who is benefited?