The passing of Wesley, as well as a visit to the Draper, Utah LDS temple earlier this week, have brought about some {simple} discussion about death in our family. TLC has come to understand that, usually, the oldest ones die first; he's been doing a lot of figuring out who is older than whom. He also gives me quizzes throughout the day to make sure I keep up on my number theory: "Which number is bigger: one, five, or one thousand five?"
RVC has contributed a sweet theory of her own. Yesterday, after picking her up from kindergarten and telling her the news about Wesley, I overheard RVC offering these words of comfort to her brother:
"It's okay. He's in the Spirit World. And he has lots of balloons to play with. Sometimes balloons pop, and sometimes they float up to heaven for people to play with when they die."
2 comments:
What a comforting thought! Why do we always try to complicate the mysteries of life when it is really so simple.
that is really too sweet! rvc is so wise! I wish I could be like her!
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