As I lay in bed with my beautiful babies while they are visiting here… my youngest son cuddles me while my youngest daughter lays on her side holding my hand.
*Mommy, why do we have to die?
~Well, sweetheart, we all are born and then at some point we all have to die. We only get to live once.
* Only one time Mommy? (Tears come to her eyes.) But Mommy, I don’t want to die and I don’t want you to ever die.
~ (Tears start streaming to the right down my cheek) Well hopefully Mommy dies long before you as a really old lady so I have every moment possible with you.
* But Mommy, if I die first, how do I find you??
At this, I could barely keep my composure. But like in “What Dream May Come”, I responded…
~ I promise no matter what, I will search heaven and hell until I find you. And hopefully, I die first and Mommy will be waiting for you so you won’t need to find me.
~ I love you baby girl, lets not worry about these sad things, lets be happy in this moment.
* Ok, I love you too Mommy.
Stupid Stupid Life. Why does my baby have to be anxious at five years of age of such hard painful facts?? Am I even able to keep a promise like that? I hope so.