|Sometimes we just really miss Auntie Sue|
"My cousins, their mom died. And remember when you were sitting on the stairs and you were crying and I was so sad because I am sad when you cry and I don't like it."
I took a deep breath and pulled him into a hug, "Yes, I remember that day we brought her lunch. You are right, it was a fun day. And yes, your cousins have lost their mom. It is sad, and that's why I cry sometimes. I know you don't like when I cry, but I need to cry so I can get better. But it is not your job to worry about me. I am okay and I love you."
We finished our good nights, and he rolled over, stuffed bear in his arms.
I sat down and thought again about how I wish we all didn't have this hurt on our hearts. But what a gift we have in our memories of happy lunches, smiles, and strawberry smoothies.
I have linked this post to Heather at The Extraordinary Ordinary (a blog I love!) who has a weekly segment on her blog called, "Just Write", in which she encourages other bloggers to sit down and write about what is on their mind right that minute, without over-thinking or editing. I'm happy to join in!