Even though there were no words, the fact that my dad and brothers were fighting with the same emotions as me was strangely comforting.

Mundane, yes, but also strangely comforting.

Touching and strangely comforting, in fact.

There's something strangely comforting in the simplicity of it.

And it's ultimately the very opposite of alarmist: it's evasive; strangely comforting; a kind of escapism because it suggests that an external event will finally kick us into action.