Wednesday 20 May 2009

death and obscene messages

  • Seen today in a drive-thru: Spanking shiny new red truck with giant decals across the back that read: Ditch The Bitch and Go Goosin'! I was aghast.
  • Explaining death to kids, even with lots of resources (thank you, funeral home!) and patience is a very hard thing. Both B and I are guilty of saying 'He's gone' which Rosey has decided means he could come back if we'd only let him. (We are so mean.) - so then I have to use blunt phrases like 'Papa's body' and 'Never going to see him again' which makes B flinch, and then I feel I'm being unkind and wounding him on purpose.
  • We have a very sad little boy. Cass has been through death before with a dog and cat, so he understands the permanence of it, but he's never been through a visitation before. So I've been trying to describe what's going to be happening. (Bear flinches.)
  • Visitation tomorrow, funeral Friday. We're going to take the kids to the visitation and decide about the funeral afterwards.
  • Thank you, all of you, for your sweet messages of condolence. Y'all are wonderful people.

6 comments:

OvaGirl said...

xxx

Kevin McKeever said...

Condolences. Hope you all pull through.

Don Mills Diva said...

It's so hard hon, I know. Given my not-very-religious background I feel weird telling Graham his Oma is in heaven but it's the best I can come up with right now...

Good luck with the visitation.

Chantal said...

We had to go through that when my grandfather passed away last fall. D does still ask about him on occasion and we talk about it. It is such a huge concept for kids to grasp. Take Care.

Anonymous said...

Hi,
I'm a funeral director and have seen quite a few young children at funerals, including my own at their grandfather's service. They're usually more curious than anything else.
Best to you all,
Jenny

Woman in a Window said...

There's no right or wrong. Only being there. xo

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