On the day, he received the news he smiled sadly, filled with pride over the knowledge that they had been willing to die to defend their planet. In that moment, he was not a Jedi Master on the High Council, but a husband and a father whose entire family had been lost in one fell stroke.
He would not dwell overly long on their passing, for it was not the Jedi way. But he would remember them, and he would honour their memory by continuing to fight until peace had been restored to the galaxy.
Or till the day he died.