We speak candidly and often to Murray about my late mom, Grandma Kathy. He can recognize her in pictures, knows details about her life, and he knows that she is in Heaven. A recent conversation went something like this (I actually had to write it down so that I wouldn't forget):
Murray: "Look, mama, it's you and Grandma Kathy!"
Me: "Yes, that is Grandma Kathy and mama."
Murray: "Grandma Kathy died? She in Heaven?"
Me: "Yes, Grandma Kathy is in Heaven. Even though we can't see her or talk to her, she
is with God watching over us" (tears well, I start to sniffle).
Murray: "Mama, she an angel. She say it's OK, she told me" (bursts into "Twinkle Twinkle",
which he sings to anyone who is sad).
Me: Speechless, now my tears are flowing freely.
This three-year-old wisdom astounds me. I don't really know if he gets it, but his thoughts and actions are such a comfort to me. I love that he's growing up to be such a gentle, sensitive, caring boy; the angels get all the credit.
I'll leave you with a picture from the first snowfall of the season; a whopping 12.5 inches in less than 24 hours.