“Mom! Mohhhhmmm! MAMA!”
I’m on a deadline. I work the overnight shift tonight. And I’m presenting M&M at our staff meeting first thing in the morning. My powerpoint is nearly finished.
“WHAT, honey?”
“Well . . . what are you doing?” He’s rocking his head back and forth, something he has done out of comfort since he was a baby.
“I’m working on a presentation for work.”
“What’s it about?”
“It’s about a man who was very sick. He died. He had a heart attack. I have to talk about it with the other doctors.”
His head stops rocking. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him he died. Have I ever explained a heart attack? He looks into my face. Here it comes. How do I explain this to a six year old?
“Was he very special to the world?”
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