Late last week we received the news that my husbands Grandfather had passed away. His health had been fading for some time and he was being cared for by hospice in his home. Grandpa Mike was 89 years old when he died peacefully in his home surrounded by his family. So this morning my husband left for California for the funeral and I had to try to explain to Hayden where Daddy went and why.
The conversation went like this:
Hayden: Where's daddy?
Me: Daddy went on a trip with Grandpa Jerry
Hayden: Why mommy, why?
Me: Well, Grandpa's daddy passed away
Hayden: He died?
Me: Yes, Great-Grandpa Mike died.
Hayden: Did the Wii get him?
Hayden: Did he die on the Wii?? (first clue that our 3-year old has played a little too much swords lately)
Me: (me trying not to laugh) Something like that Hayden.
Hayden: (thoughtful) It's okay mommy, he can play again!
I decided perhaps I'd just leave the conversation at that. He's three after all.
And perhaps we'll take a break from the Wii this week.