S: Mom, do you know where heaven is?
M: where?
S: A huge house in the sky made of clouds. Those who die go there.
M: aha.
S: Do you think grandpa is already there?
M: Maybe he is.
S: How will he get there?
M: hmmm
S: you know, those who go there become clouds too.
M: Do they?
S: I haven't decided yet what is more fun, to be a cloud or a person.
M: We can't know until we get there.
S: When we get there will we meet grandpa?
M: I think we might.
S: But how will we recognize him among all the clouds? they all look the same...
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It is recomended to have a 5 years old around when mourning, I say. We speak about abba all the time. and about death in general.
nice picture.where did youn get it?
Tam
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