Death is hard for many of us to process. Someone is here, then they are gone. We use words like “passed away” and “lost” and for a literal mind, it’s hard to understand such verbiage around death.
And for someone with such a black and white mind like my son, where someone “goes” is difficult for him to comprehend. It’s even more difficult to explain how he feels about all of it.
My son Ryan has known our next-door neighbor, Mr. Jack, since Ryan was born. Mr. Jack became like a surrogate grandfather to my kids.Read more on themighty.com