At one point, he said to Britton, “I think your Grandaddy is going to die. Do you know what it means to die?”
Naturally as a Mom trying to protect her children from the heartaches of life, I panic. I hadn’t read that chapter of the parenting handbook that some wise mom wrote. What should I do? Should I answer for her? Distract her? Paint a happy picture?
And just as if she were telling him something as matter as fact as the sky is blue, she looked him straight in the eye and explained, “It means you are going to live with Jesus.”
Such a simple, innocent, and honest answer.
And spot on.
Britton then assured her great grandfather that he would also see her Daddy Boone- which is my father. She told him that he lives in heaven so he will know someone.
Why is it that a 7 year old can handle a sorrowful and uncomfortable situation better than most adults? A little messenger of God she was.
Meanwhile, K was kept distracted by Mr. R’s Aunt Mary who instructed her on how to play an organ. She has now perfected her rendition of chop sticks.
Please keep Mr. R’s grandparents in your prayers.