Where is Daddy’s mommy?

This morning you asked about my mother, little one. It was the first time you did so.

I took out some old photographs and we looked through them together. You never actually asked where she was.

Do you know? DO you even know what death means?

You loved the photographs, and you were very sad when it was time to leave. 

It was an unforgettable morning for me, little one, but an incredibly difficult one as well.