Sorry if you thought this would be an instructional post that you could refer to should the need arise.
I hate to disappoint, but I don’t know what the heck I’m doing.
The boys’ great-grandfather, Hubs’ grandpa, passed away on Friday. Basically, we spent Thanksgiving waiting for it to happen. So sad.
And so hard to explain to little ones.
Really, it’s just Monkey, my 4 year-old, that I have to worry about at this point.
He knows that great-grandpa grew old and very sick and that his body couldn’t work any more, so God took him to Heaven so that great-grandpa could live with Him.
I don’t want my kids to know that sometimes people die who aren’t old or who aren’t even sick.
I don’t know how to process those tragedies myself, let alone how to explain such things to my babies.
I don’t know how to explain the concept of a soul to my boys and why great-grandpa’s body is lying in a box when we say that he’s in Heaven.
I don’t know how to explain that he won’t wake up. Especially without striking fear into my kids that they’ll go to sleep and not wake up. Bedtime is hard enough, thanks. (That comment was just to make myself laugh through all of this- don’t take offense)
Putting his body in the ground- I can’t even think about explaining that one.
I took the coward’s way out.
I took the boys home on Saturday, missing the viewing on Sunday and the funeral on Monday.
Allowing me to keep to my simple explanation of death.
I can avoid all Monkey’s inevitable questions, for the time-being, anyway.
Hubs and mil agreed to this idea.
I’m not sure it’s the best way to handle the situation.
There has be a better way.
But, it’s the way we chose.
While all of this is going on, I’m back to just my crackberry– so I’ll be back to visiting your blogs and commenting after all this passes.
For those of you wondering about my cousin’s baby, he is getting stronger and doing well. His heart surgery has been scheduled for next week. He’s not out of the woods yet, so continued prayers are welcome.