The past few months have been fettered with highs and lows. Lots of happiness and lots of sadness. Incredible, heart-wrenching sadness.
For the most part, we’ve been plugging along and letting our busy daily lives consume us and help us temporarily forget the sense of loss and the pain we are all feeling. Most days are tear-free because of just how busy we’ve been,
On Halloween, our friends were excited to give Little One this:
Along with heaps of Halloween treats, the couple gave Little One a twenty peso bill from the Philippines. The gesture was so kind and thoughtful. The conversion at current is 20.00 PHP = 0.48 CAD . It’s amazing how far 20 Pesos can go in the Philippines though.
What happened after Little One received the twenty pesos from our friends was something I did not expect.
Little One broke down and cried. “The Philippines! My great-lola is dead! I miss my great-lola!”
The weeping from my almost-four-year-old started to make me cry.
I was shocked that she was able to connect the Filipino pesos to our trip to the Philippines in May, and ultimately to the death of my grandmother. Exactly how much does this little child know and understand about death? It’s incredible that she remembered all of that.
The fact that Little One reacted that way really struck me. I see just how sensitive and sweet she is. I’m just not sure how much is too much to talk to a not even four year old child about death and dying.
Mr. Disco:
Thank you so much for popping by my blog and commenting. 🙂 Made my day.
Lisa Marie:
I do believe 🙂 I know exactly what you mean. My grandma was a very religious lady and I think that’s what kept her going for so long. I know she’s in a better place now, but at the same time, it still hurts not being able to hold her anymore. She has made peace with everything and told us she was happy to be reunited with her Creator and also with my grandfather who passed away years ago. I think death and dying is much harder on the living. Does that make sense? 🙂
That’s a very heart breaking story. thanks for sharing it with everyone
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It’s hard to see our littles hurting. My grandma passed away a few years ago and the boys talk about “GG” sometimes. My oldest has come up with a great analogy.
When you die, you become a memory. That has seemed to help him process the grieving process – because now he can remember the person and keep them close.
Faith helps too – if you believe it. I’ve found much of the death and dying discussions have been less traumatic because they understand that God takes care of us and decides when we need to go home to Him.
All the best. Hug that sweet sensitive peanut. <3