Explaining death may not be a strong quality of mine but I did my best. Lil O has never really had to experience death, except for the classroom fish.
This morning while in line to wait for Lil O's school to open I get a call from my daughter about Uncle Don, who is my Mamaw's baby brother, even though he is 78. Long story short is that he had died during the night and my grandmother didn't know yet. I was a mess. There was no way I was telling my Mamaw over the phone about this. Instead of waiting the ten minutes until I could let Lil O go into school I just left.
I didn't want to wait those extra minutes when I could be on the road heading to her house to tell her.
While trying to explain to Lil O why I left and she wasn't going to school I remembered the classroom fish dying.
Me ~ We need to get to Mamaw's house right away. Her brother died and she needs us. She will be very sad and we need to give her hugs and kisses.
Lil O ~ Well, why do we have to go to her house?
Me ~ Because he brother isn't here anymore and we need to go be with Mamaw right now. Remember when your classroom fish died and you didn't see it anymore?
Lil O ~ They aren't going to flush him down the toilet are they??????????????
I need to work on explaining death a bit better...