There are many things that I will one day teach the Kid. What makes the world turn? Why the sky is blue? Wait, before I tell him the answer I might need to find the answer to that one. It is my responsibility to be able to come up with answers to everything that Kid brings my way. But there is one question I am not looking forward to answering.
Daddy, why is Great-Grandma laying in that box? Can I go up and play with her in it?
How can you explain death to a child?
This occurred to me after a phone call from my sister (Aunt MeMe as the Kid calls her), telling me that an uncle passed away.
At the old age of 2, the Kid will never understand. He has brushed death many times as he has fallen off the couch nearly knocked himself out but got right back up and did the same thing over again. But how can you explain to him that he will never get to see someone again. He is just now starting to form these close relationships. He sees someone he knows walk in the door and runs up and gives them hug and immediately wants to play. How can I tell him that, he will never get to play with them again? That he/she will never walk through that door again. As parents we are supposed to have the answers, but how do we answer this?
I almost look forward to having “The Talk” with him rather than talking about death to the Kid.
No one likes talking about this subject. Dealing with it hard enough.
As I grow older it almost seems right though to start thinking about my own death. I want to leave a legacy for my son and wife. What kind of man was I? What kind of husband was I? What kind of father was I? What kind of family member was I? Evaluating my own life is tough. What kind of friend am I? What will I be remembered for? And please God I hope it is not for my blog! These are the times we look deep into our own heart and find the strength to answer some of these questions that we have about ourselves.
In loving memory of Uncle Rich. May you rest in peace.