Lily, Ben, and Molly understood enough to grieve. Rosie was still waiting, still believing her parents would walk through the door.
At first, I didn’t know how to tell her. How do you explain death to children that young?
So when Rosie asked where Mommy was, I said, “She’s on a very long trip, sweetheart. But Grandma’s here. I’ll always be here.”
It was a lie wrapped in love.
But it was the only way I could keep her from falling apart completely.
It was a lie wrapped in love.