The first time Lucas asked about my parents, I totally and completely froze. I chickened out and just said, “they’re not here”.
Granted, he was only 2 1/2.
I wrote about being better prepared the next time he inquired here.
Since then, there have been a lot of conversations about my parents being in heaven, but each time Lucas’ questions get harder and harder.
Tonight was no different, except that I was in another room sobbing as I overheard Lucas and my husband, my amazing husband have a conversation that I won’t soon forget. It went something like this:
Lucas: When will Mommy’s mommy and daddy come down from heaven?
Todd: They won’t, they live in heaven now.
L: For how long?
T: Yes, forever.
L: Will I ever meet them?
L: Have I ever met them?
T: No, but if you had, you’d remember. They were perfect.
L: Is heaven a planet?
T: Sort of.
L: They died, right?
T: Someday Mommy and I will tell you. [We have not shared the details of my parents deaths with Lucas, but if you don’t know, read this, For My Broken Heart]
L: Can dead people live on Earth?
L: Did they drive to heaven?
L: How did they get there?
T: They died and their spirits just sort of floated there and that’s where they are looking down on you and watching you live your life.
L: And I’ve never met them?
T: No, but trust me, if they could meet you, they would be here in one second. They love you very much.
L: Do they love Mommy?
L: Do they love Aunt Leah?
L: Do they love you?
T: I think so.
L: Do they love Charlie?
T: They never met Charlie.
L: They didn’t?
L: Oh. Well, I miss them.