So the kid asks me what die means. And I explain that depending on the spelling it can mean to stain something on purpose… decoratively usually or it can mean, the end of being alive. So when someone is not alive anymore, they’re dead, they’ve died.
He nods. And then looks up, concerned… ‘Is Beth going to die?’ he asks. And I say, ‘well. Eventually. But not for a long while I think.’ ‘But I don’t want her to die.’ ‘It’s not really in our control love. We all die at some point. But I don’t think it will be for a while. We can take of ourselves and each other, and love each other as hard as we can. So that when someone dies, we’ll remember them and love them still.’ ‘Oh. Okay.’And he wanders off to play with his cars. We’ve talked about death and dying before. And each time he asks more questions. The first time, he wanted to know if me or daddy would die, when and why. And the
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