Munchkin has requested that MD and I not get older. She was very upset by the prospect that us getting older means that we will die. While none of us knows when our time will come, she has attended enough funerals in her time (3 at last count) to know that when you get old enough you will die. We aren't quite sure how to comfort her with this subject. Death is inevitable and final.
Last month she asked MD when her GG (great-grandmother) was coming back. MD had to remind her that GG died and was never coming back. Munchkin cried buckets of tears. My heart hurts because the one thing I want to protect her from I don't have the power to.
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