Besides The Photo And The Memory

After explaining the death of a neighbor’s cat to Maya, every conversation we have can now get incredibly heavy without the least bit of advance warning.

“Dad, I want eggs for breakfast.”
“Ok, Maya, how do you ask for things?”
“Please can I have eggs for breakfast please?”
“Sure. We can make scrambled eggs.”
“Ok. Dad, are you going to die?”
“Eventually. Hopefully not soon, but eventually everyone dies. That’s why we have to be kind to each other with the time we have.”
“Can I have ketchup?”
“Maya.”
“Please can I have ketchup with breakfast please please?”
“Certainly.”
“Is mom going to die?”

It’s honestly like having a cartoon piano land on your mood four times a day.

One Comment

  1. Posted January 6, 2013 at 10:40 pm | Permalink

    In going through the litany of grandparents, some time ago I explained to SteelyKid that my dad had died when she was a little tiny baby.

    Every so often since then she’ll tell me out of nowhere, “Your dad died.” “Yes, honey, I know. What do you want for dinner?”

    Which is to say: yeah, been there done that didn’t enjoy it either.