There was a death in my daughter in laws family last week. Her uncle, a very young fifty-one passed away after a long illness. Being the good-- no wait-- great mother that she is she wanted a special way to tell our four year old granddaughter about her great-uncle's passing. The conversation went like so: "Vieve, Uncle Tom was very sick and died and is now in heaven with God". Well, my sweet 'Pumpkin' peppered her with a slew of 'why's'. "Because he was sick God didn't want him to suffer anymore but someday we'll all see him again and we'll all be happy". The next question was about his wife. "What about Aunt Carrie"? "Did she go to heaven to be with God"? My daughtin law explained that, "No, Aunt Carrie wasn't ready to go to heaven and she needs to stay here with us so we can take care of her".
What comes next is so innocent and four-year-old. "And what about their swing set? Did it go to heaven, too"?
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