Yesterday we were out running errands and passed by an accident scene where a minivan and a motorcycle had collided. Ambulances were on their way but the Bethany police were already on the scene working on the driver of the motorcycle. He didn’t look good. Gracie asked if he “got dead.” I told her I wasn’t sure but we will pray for him. So we prayed and then Gracie and I had this conversation.
“Mommy, why do some people get dead and other people can keep getting alive? Are they fixing him?”
“Well, sweetheart, when someone gets fixed and fixed and fixed sometimes they just can’t be fixed anymore. Then you get dead and go to heaven to wait for your family.”
“When you were sick, the medicine fixed you, right Mommy? But Muffy (my parents’ dog who died last Summer) got dead because she couldn’t be fixed anymore?”
“Kind of. I’m so glad the doctors could fix me so I could stay with you Daddy and Trinity.”
“Oh Mommy, if you had got dead I would miss you. I would cry and cry all the time. Even in my sleep I would cry. I don’t want you to go to heaven yet, Mommy. I want you to stay with me.”
My sweet Gracie, I will stay with you for a long, long time.
Filed under: 
