Life isn't always fair. It's not fair that those we love can't be here forever. It's not fair that kids have to experience death. It's not fair that parents have to explain it. Lil has had many questions about death recently. She wanted to know who kisses you at bedtime if your mom is in heaven. Together, she and Grady decided that kisses can be sent from heaven. She said Mom, you can't die yet, you're not even 16. I didn't correct her. Because while I may have
It's not fair that I can't remember anything. Like how old I told Lillian I was, the last time that she asked. Or where I hid the paci's, candy, van keys, beer, duct tape, and other important child/parent paraphernalia. My mom says she's surprised that I remember where I live. Given my triple threat circumstances.
I think about death too. Like, what will become of Dempsey after licking the floor at the athletic club? And what exactly does it mean when your children have snot coming out of their eye balls? It can't be good. Will I die an untimely death due to poop asphyxiation? Will my children only notice I'm gone when they can't find the paci's, candy, van keys, beer, and duct tape? When I am gone, I hope they remember love and laughter. And I hope they can find the map. The one that tells them where the paci's, candy, van keys, beer, and duct tape are.
Grampa, please keep the kisses coming. And the patience. And the sanity. And don't forget the beer. I hope I made you laugh a little Grampa. Until we meet again. Then we'll laugh alot.
|Grampa, help us keep them in line!|
|Mother of the future quadruple threat. It's only fair.|
|Father of monkeys who jump off of high things multiple times a day. It's only fair.|
|Father of five. Ha! Grampa, he needs all the help that he can get!|