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.
RSS Feed
