Today in the car after Megan's dance class, she said to me, "Mommy am I going to die someday?" I paused and then said," Well, yes....we all are going to die someday. It is part of life, but not for a really long time." I then said something about how we will get our bodies back again because Jesus came to earth, sacrificed and died for us so we can live again. She said, "It is taking a REALLY long time for Sachet to get her body back." Sachet is our sweet family cat that died almost 1 year ago next month. She was 17 years old and gorgeous as ever. My mom's next door neighbor's dog came over and killed her on her own front porch on Easter Sunday. It was a traumatic day. (I am still surprised it didn't put me into labor...too bad it didn't considering Gav was born at almost 10 lbs. three weeks later!) Tanner understood what had happened and grieved at the time. Megan on the other hand was so young that she never understood how long Sachet was really gone for. I think it is now starting to sink in, because she is noticing that she has been gone for such a long time. I guess that is her first real taste of death being that she was 1 when my dad passed away, and not born when Brandon's dad passed away. Easter is now almost here. What a great time to talk about life after death and "getting our bodies back."
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