Yesterday morning my daughter's grandfather died from a very short and rapid fight with cancer. After school, we sat her down, and explained what happened. It's never fun as a parent to tell your child something that you know will hurt her, and unfortunately that's had to happen far too much for her in her short lifetime. When I hear her laugh, it reassures me that she isn't forgetting how to be a kid. After several bouts of crying, I did hear her silly little laugh again, and it made my heavy heart happy.
Resting in bed with her last night she turned to me and she said, "Don't you think it's funny how people say memories of people are supposed to make you happy, but people aren't always happy when the people are actually here?"Read More