I have had to explain death to my children. The first deaths were our dogs. Death was a vague concept for my children for a long time. They thought only their old great-grandparents died; people in their 80s and 90s, who had lived long, full lives. This summer, my father died at 76. His death was hard on me because, even though I know death is inevitable, I felt his was still so many years away. My kids understood that Grandpa died, and that was a part of life - that death is a natural part of living. Never in a million years would I ever imagine explaining murder to my kids, especially explaining to my children the murder of someone who was close to them.
About two months ago, my father died. I know that at the ripe old age of 76, he had a long and full life. He raised two children, lived his dreams of owning a business, lived near the happiest place on Earth, and was so very proud of his children and grandchildren. He lived a fulfilling life, but I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if he had not suffered from conditions related to morbid obesity.
Jodi Vetter is a 38-year old aspiring author. She has been published in "Chicken Soup For Soul: Raising a Child on The Autism Spectrum,” has her own blog, and has poetry published in the College of St. Scholastica writer's publication. Jodi also has had several freelance articles published throughout the military spouse community, and is currently working on a science fiction novel called, "Invasion.” She has two children (Ryan and Sophie), is a military spouse and proud Air Force Veteran. She has tried many modes of employment from selling Mary Kay to writing to being in the military, and has even dabbled in Wine Tasting. Keep up to date with all of Jodi's adventures on Facebook.