Yesterday afternoon my Mom called and told me my Aunt M had passed away. It was unexpected, and as much as I tried to be strong I couldn’t hold things together.
My six year old son saw I was upset, came over to me and asked, “Why are you crying?”
I said, “Aunt M died today. Everything will be okay, but I’m crying because I’m going to miss her. I loved her very much and I was close to her.”
Then he climbed up on my lap, put his nose about an inch from mine and asked, “Were you close like this?”