Paco's grandmother passed away in her sleep the other day. Strangely, I haven't been able to really process it yet. My in-laws are planning a memorial service for the end of May - I think that's part of the problem...I need it to be sooner.
We told the kids and no one really said too much. However, two days later, I had this conversation with Pirate:
Pirate: I miss Butterball (Note - Butterball was my cat that lived at my parents house. He died about a year or two ago...sadly, I can't really remember when.)
Me: I know, honey. He was a nice cat.
Pirate: He's in heaven now.
Me: Yes.
Pirate: When will he come back?
Me: He won't come back, honey, once you're in heaven you stay there.
Pirate, eyes wide: Grandma Jane is in heaven!
Me: Yes honey, she is.
Pirate: But that means I won't ever say hello to her again. (Cries a bit and sits on my lap.)
This conversation is what I keep thinking about. I can't seem to cry, though, as sad as I am.
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Michele I'm so sorry for your family's loss. You're all in my prayers.
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