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Wednesday, June 8, 2011


From the bathtub in H's best whisper voice, "Evie, Grandma Nan loves you so much. Even though she didn't meet you here, she loves you. Ok?"

According to H, Grandma Nan and Miss E had a collision meeting on their opposite-routed paths to and from heaven. E was on her way down while Grandma Nan was on her way up. I think I'm going to let him believe this forever.

He's had Grandma Nan on his little mind all day today. Questioning the hows and the whys and the what ifs. We're shopping in Target and he's asking me why the medicine the doctors had didn't make her better and what if the medicine doctors give him doesn't work when he's sick. And we're driving in the car and he's asking me why we go remember her inside instead of outside at the cemetery and who decided that anyway.

And then tonight he tells J that Boppa came over today {he didn't} because he wanted to visit Grandma Nan but she couldn't leave heaven to visit. {She must be pretty busy up there or something.}

She's on his mind and he's trying to make sense of it all. It's out of the blue and hard to pinpoint why now the curiousity, but it's there.

I admit it's not easy to talk about with a five year old but it's also refreshing. Children don't filter, they just ask and they say and we adults swallow the lump in our throat and try to simplify something too complex for our own understanding.

It's just the best we can do.


Anonymous Dadio said...

What a bright guy! You got to love it.I am glad he is inquisitive about Grandma Nan. She loved him a bundle and she must be chuckling about his imagination! Love to all Dadio

June 8, 2011 at 11:03 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

That brought tears to my eyes when H was telling E that Grandma Nan loves her even though she never met her! How precious! My niece who is also 5, the other day saw a picture of my grandma and told my sister that she misses great Grandma Harves and is sad that she can't see her anymore. Melissa told her she is always in her heart.

June 9, 2011 at 7:32 AM  
Blogger Beth said...

That's so beautiful that H believes that his Grandma and E met halfway between here and heaven, so beautiful.

Those are such hard questions for sure, but also, good that he wants to talk about it - he'll be armed with knowledge by the time his little sister starts asking the same things.

June 9, 2011 at 8:22 AM  
Blogger Mommy Lisa said...

Wow. I think you are handling this beautifully.

June 9, 2011 at 9:51 AM  
Blogger Mountain Jessie said...'s so hard to lose a parent but how incredible are kids and their spirituality?!? Simply awesome!

June 9, 2011 at 12:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This made me tear up. My mom passed away when my son was almost 3, and a year later now he talks about her often. I also have a baby girl that never got to meet my mom, and I can see my little guy saying something similar one day. You're right - it is refreshing sometimes that the little ones are not afraid to ask questions and talk about the loved ones we miss. Thanks for posting this! -Molly

June 9, 2011 at 8:28 PM  
Anonymous Janet said...

What a great mind. Must have received that from Grandma Nan. Thats great he can tell E all about her. Love to all Janet

June 9, 2011 at 9:51 PM  

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