Decker,
You asked me about dying today. You’ve asked me about it a few times recently. You know that Mandy’s aunt was buried, and you thought that she died because she got dirt in her mouth when was buried. I explained that “No, she was already dead when they put her in a box and the put the box in the ground.” Then you asked “Well, then how could she die?”
I said sometimes your body has growths in the wrong place that cause you to die. You asked if it was like boo-boos. I said it was, kind of on the inside.
You asked if it was like clouds and flying. You explained that you saw a picture at great-grandpa’s funeral, which is why you knew. But you said that Great-Grandpa’s funeral was a long, long, long time ago. (It was 5 months ago.) But you said Aunt Rae’s was a short time ago. (Her unveiling was this past weekend.)
Then you said that you weren’t going to die for like a hundred years. And I said right. Then you said you had already lived part of those hundred years. And I said right. And then I counted to 50 to show you how many years you have. And I said that we were only half way there. But the light turned green. You got the gist – if you get 100, you get a lot of years. Wow do I hope you do!!
Then, you said the nicest thing to me that anyone’s ever said. You said, “And you’re not going to die for a long, long time, either, right?” I said right. I hope that’s true too!!
There’s a couple important things to remember: tomorrow is never promised; love like you know that; the greatest joy I’ve ever had is being your and Gibson’s Dad.
I love you!!
Dad