A Bird Went To Heaven Last Week.

Thursday...

"Mama, mama. Hurry! I found a bird that's sleeping."

"Oh Henry, I think that bird is dead."

"Dead?"

"Yes, he's in heaven now."

"With Grandma Nan*?"

"Yes, with Grandma Nan."

Later on that evening...

"Mama, is Grandma Nan going to take care of the bird in heaven?"

"Oh I'm sure she will."

"Can I write her a letter and tell her to take care of the bird?"

"Sure."

The next day...

"Can we bring my picture to Grandma Nan?"

"Well she's in heaven, but we can bring her picture somewhere where we remember her and I bet she'll see it."

Friday afternoon...

"Is this heaven?" He asked upon walking into the mausoleum, where we remember my mom.

"Oh no, this is where many people come and remember their loved ones. We can come and remember Grandma Nan here. Some people are outside in the cemetery here and some are inside here."

His picture. With some dandelions.

Do you see Grandma Nan and the upside down dead bird?

And his letter, as told to me:

Dear Grandma Nan,

Can you please take care of the bird? We miss you and we don't know if you sleep in heaven, do you? Do you have a house? Love, Henry and Evie

*In the case that you are unaware, my mom "Grandma Nan" passed away in December 2007 from terminal carcinoma {lung cancer}. H was 20 months old the day of her funeral.