I became both mother and grandmother to four children who didn’t understand why their parents weren’t coming home. Lily was nine. Ben was seven. Molly was five. And Rosie had just turned four.
I became both mother and grandmother to four children.
Lily, Ben, and Molly understood enough to grieve. Rosie was still waiting, still believing her parents would walk through the door.
At first, I didn’t know how to tell her. How do you explain death to children that young?
So when Rosie asked where Mommy was, I said, « She’s on a very long trip, sweetheart. But Grandma’s here. I’ll always be here. »
It was a lie wrapped in love.
But it was the only way I could keep her from falling apart completely.
It was a lie wrapped in love.