Last Friday night we had to tell our daughter that her Pappy had passed away. When my Grandmother and Uncle Jeff passes away, the easiest way to explain it to her was they went to be with the angels. Friday night I told her that someone we knew had gone to be with the angels. She said.. I know, Mammaw Minnie and Uncle Jeff. I said, Yes, they went but someone else did too. She asked who and I told her. Her face lost all its happiness and she started sobbing and asking... Why did he have to go so soon? I explained to her that she's had six birthdays and he's had 92. She thought he must have had some pretty good cakes. She wanted to know how he died. I told her that they tried to move him from one chair to another and he just leaned over and that was it. I told her it was time, that God had called him to go to Heaven. I spoke with her counselor at school and Thursday before we left they gave her a grief bag with a letter in it. It contained a bear to hug and love, a stress ball to squeeze if she felt angry, a journal and pen so she could write about her feelings, a drawing pad and markers so she could draw pictures. What a wonderful bag of goodies. We got through the visitation and services and she had a few questions, but last night she broke out in a down and out cry. She felt so badly that she didn't get to say goodbye and give him and hug and a kiss. I reminded her the last time we went to visit she gave him a hug and a kiss and read books to him. She said it wasn't the same.
I told her that she doesn't have to say goodbye because her memories of him will always be in her heart. She thought about it for a while then said... At least he doesn't have that terrible cough anymore.
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