The best way, IMO, to explain death in my situation was for my parents to take me to a funeral home. I saw the deceased and how peaceful she looked. She was a little girl, only 3 years old. I was around 6 at the time. She looked so happy, had a smile on her face even, as though she was having a pleasant dream. When I asked "Why did she die?", my dad told me that this isn't really our home and that she wanted to go home. That wasn't anything to be sad about for me so I asked Dad "Then why are people are crying?" and he said "Because they'll miss her until they can be together again."
He gave me just enough of an explanation that I wasn't overwhelmed and it made perfect sense to my 6 year old mind. He didn't tell me how she died (her family was moving and she followed her dad up the stairs while he and another man were carrying a sofa that they dropped and it fell on her and killed her.) That would've been too much and too cruel for me to comprehend. When I became an adult and had my son, I followed suit and took him to a funeral when he was only 3 and we took walks almost daily in the cemetery. He was curious and I gave him the same type of answers that my dad gave me when I had questioned him so many years before, so my son wasn't crippled by sadness when a death occurred later in our own family.
I hope that this helps you a little. Please know that my PT family is so important to me and that you're in my prayers always but especially during this trying time. It's a lot to bear for all of you. Keep the faythe.![]()





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