A snippet of a conversation that I had with CB a few days ago as we watched my dad leave to go to a funeral wake for his friend:
CB: "Mom, where's Grandpa going?"
Me: "He's going to see a friend of his who died. After people die, sometimes people visit the body to say good-bye, even though they aren't in the body anymore."
CB: "If his friend isn't in his body anymore, where is he?"
Me: "Well, he's in heaven with God. He's with other people who have already died and they are all with God."
CB: (Thinking) "....Well, how are God's hands big enough to carry him?"
Me: "God is very big."
CB: "Is God as big as this?" (Stretches her arms as wide as she can.)
Me: "Even bigger. More like as big as the sky."
CB: "Oh, like the Genie in Aladdin!"
Me: "Yeah, something like that."
CB: "Mom, when will I die?"
Me: (OMG!) "...We don't really know when we'll die but maybe when you are an old lady."
CB: "But if I die, who will be your kid?"
Me: "Even when we die, you and Henry will always be my kids."
These conversations about death have become somewhat of a staple in my interactions with CB in the past months. Often, when presented with the mortality of a creature, she will bring up death. I'm amazed at how often she distills a nugget of something meaningful or beautiful from these talks. Her mind is so incisive and her words are sweetly honest.
I am blessed with her reflections.