I have a buddy, Cash, who is six years old and after Friday's events I think that he's got everything in life pretty well figured out. Better than myself at least.
Cash walked up to my desk and got a piece of candy (yeah, I got a J-O-B, but more on that another day).
Me: Hey, Cash-man, what have you been up to today?
Cash: Eh, not much. My grandma died today.
Okay, think about a low-key way to talk through this so he doesn't start crying.
Me: I heard, Bud, and I'm really sorry. But think about it - your Grandma gets to hang out in heaven now and that's pretty cool, right?
Cash: Yeah, and she's not hurting anymore. That's cool too.
Okay, maybe I'm going to be the one that starts to bawl like a baby.
Me: Hey, Cash, I've got a grandma in heaven too. Do you think that maybe your grandma and one of my grandmas is up there, hanging out and playing and just having a big ol' party?
Cash: Yeah, probably so. And my dad's got a horse up there too, so they're probably riding too.
....And cue the waterworks.
Did I mention that Cash is a pretty cool kid? And, for the record, my dad's got some horses up there too.
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Just like mama said... If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.