You cry tears when a man leaves you at any age - it doesn't matter whether you are 20 or 60.
A man's illness is his private territory and, no matter how much he loves you and how close you are, you stay an outsider. You are healthy.
Isn't it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity.

