"Mom, when I go to heaven can my body go in Sam's wall with him?"
Yes, baby you can.
"Daddy and the workers are going to have to smash the square with Sam's name on it so it says Michalina and Sam"
Yes, honey they will change it for you.
"Mom, I don't want to be in a box. Don't put me in a box, Okay? So, I can play with my Jesse doll."
"Well, I can't play with my Jesse doll if I'm in a box. So don't put me in one, okay"
"But you have to dress me. Dress me real pretty."
As tears roll down my face at the thought of this process...
Can we not talk about this anymore?
But that's my four year old's reality. God, it kills a little piece of me every time she talks like this.
This is my normal.
This is her normal.
This is our reality.
How do you find a path through that?
It's a long journey....