Death

Mi princesa came home from her dad's house last week only to tell me that she's going to miss me when I die. Perplexed I asked what she meant. That when I die she was going to miss me so much. She was so sad. She needed me to hold her. We had a little talk and I thought that was the end of it.

Later in talking with my parents I learned I had a favorite cemetery. Also when I die she's going put me in a box and take me to it. (Which, by the way, happens to be the Farmington one, according to mi princesa).

Yesterday as I went to renew my license she wanted to keep my paper copy. (You get the original in the mail in a couple of weeks). I told her I needed it. She then asked if she could have it when I die. A little surprised told her she could. She replied, "I'm going to put it on my dresser when you die." I'm not sure if it's a phase she is going through or she's just learning about death.

I have a good friend whose husband died 1 1/2 years ago. We have been spending some time with them. (She has two kids that are mi princesas friends. So I'm thinking she just overheard us discuss some things.)