I wasn’t expecting
to have to explain why we would never get to hold a baby we were so excited to
meet.
Mike and I
have always been very open with Lily about death. How it’s a part of life
and how we get together to celebrate even when we’re sad. It’s “easy” to explain
this when it’s a great Grandma or when someone’s been ill. We’ve prepared
her for the fact that Diesel is 10 and won’t be around forever. Those
conversations - in hindsight - have been a piece of cake.
I was not prepared to tell my 6 year old how unfair life could
be. I was not prepared for the innocent question after question that
followed. And that keep coming at the most random times. The
questions that literally require me to stop and catch my breath, compose myself
and think of an answer. And when there isn’t one, to be prepared again
for the never ending WHY? To keep calm WHY after WHY after WHY when all I
want to do is ask the same question.
So for now we talk about it. As much as I want to shut it
down, block it out, it’s how Lily is coping. We imagine what baby Eleanor is
doing in Heaven. We talk about the angels that came to get her. How she's probably playing on the monkey bars. We keep her memory alive through Lily’s childhood innocence.
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