funny evening than earlier. Listen to the radio and realize too late that poults 6 years listening to you - be reduced to explain what he just heard, because he asked. In this case the death of this little girl in the killings in Arizona, a child born ... Sept. 11. Explain what an attack that had made the two great towers, what a crazed gunman. Explain that it is very rare, and mostly it's very far. See that the light freezes when he realizes that the girl was just a little more than his age, "but mom can not die when you're small is that old people die?"
Getting to the table too late, unfortunate consequence of a lot of delays (the bus, dressing for school, errands, the affaissage the sofa, calendars to check, the admonitions to do to complete the drawings, the baffle to smooth, generalized fatigue of a day). Including, of late, which has interfered there because they both wanted absolutely see the first ultrasound images of the baby. Then they go out the photo album long promised when they were toddlers, "like the baby when he gets here." Let them watch, play heads each, mime, smiles and grimaces.
And when the kiss for the night (too late then, too late), the Young Turkey realize that somehow tries to hide a great grief, her eyes red and his nose sniffing. Ask him why he cries, seen in tears, being dismayed at such a sadness that we do not even know the origin. Getting to hear "I'm afraid you leave home," why on earth I'd ask such a thing when I can not even live off of my treasures, and how such an idea comes to mind, "I know no, it was in the drawers in my head, "see the sobbing intensify while the grief is finally released - hear the little sister in the bottom bunk crying too, by empathy. Listen up "I do not want you to die, because otherwise you'll be dead and the baby too," added below by "and then will cut the belly ".
Being at the edge of a precipice which we do not see the bottom, with all these childish questions that come out of nowhere when you least expect it. Be yourself at tears, nor the very edge, downright crying with them, asking why my eyes drops, explaining that these are my eyes that are stupid when they see others weeping eyes, they want do the same. Do not know how to address the issue other than the assurance that I will not die, not right now anyway, we all still a beautiful long life together ahead. Being but sufficiently shaken to wonder if has the right to say something like that, if not presumptuous, and if anything happens to me they would think I've lied to them, but be unable to consider this calmly, then set aside.
How we answer those questions that keep you thinking? How it soothes distress, "normal for their age" but very real, when the issues that led you upset as much as they? How we understand that death is sad, but it is part of life, it is only the extension, so we are unable to align two words? How quiet is taught, so basically we freaked ourselves?
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