My sweetest boy

So last night Elijah and I were staying the night at my dad's house-Grandpa Jake's house.

The night proceeds normally, a little play, some dinner, and some evening down time. We had

been at the house for about an hour. Elijah is halfway up the stairs, he sits down, puts his elbow on his knees and chin in his palms and says, "mama, is grandpa jake in the hos-pi-tal?'' My sister and I look at each other as we know that Elijah has not been told about grandpa. I had been waiting for him to ask in his own time. "no baby, he is not in the hospital". "Where is he?" he asks. Tracy and I both well up and my mind races with what I should say. Is he too young? Was he ready?

His whatchful eyes are studying me,  "Well baby, Grandpa Jake is in heaven with God". He pauses, thinking. 

"Why is grandpa Jake in heaven with God?" my sweet 3 year old asks. "He is in heaven with God because it was his time to go. We all get to go to heaven, baby. We will see him again someday when it is our turn." I somehow say without loosing it. 

"But I want to see him" says Elijah. "I misssssssss him!" 

"I know baby, we miss him too!"

Hope you heard that dad, we LOVE you!