Me: He’s gone.
Mom: He’s gone, Sweetie.
Four-Year-Old: But he’s right here.
Mom: That’s his body. He’s in heaven with Jesus…and Grandpa.
Four-Year-Old: So he’s in heaven and his body’s still here?
Four-Year-Old: Does he not need his body in heaven?
Four-Year-Old: What’s he doing in heaven?
Mom: Maybe running…or playing with Grandpa.
Me: He can do stuff like that again because he doesn’t hurt anymore.
Mom: You are doing a really good job handling this.
Four-Year-Old: Good enough for a hot rod?
Me *whispering* Please say yes.
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November 9, 2015