The bubster asked me: "Mummy. Do we know when we are going to die?"
I said, "No bubba. We don't know that. We don't know when we are going to die. Hopefully, we will live a long time."
Bubster: "Some people die when they are very little. When they are babies."
Me: "Yes, some do."
Bubster: "And some people live a long time."
Me: "Yep. Some do."
Bubster: "Well, I'm going to live a long time. I'm going to be big like you one day."
Me: "That is what I hope too. Maybe you will live to be 115 years old!"
Bubster: "What is 115?"
It's my most ardent wish. A long happy life for us all.
Dr. Jo recently started a post entitled Defined by Loss, with this:
A Chinese nobleman asked a philosopher to grant his family a blessing after the recent birth of his first grandson. The scholar thought for a moment and then replied, "Grandfather dies, father dies, son dies." The nobleman was horrified but the philosopher said, "What other way would you have it?"
Yes. Anything else is out of order. It is what makes a child's death so inconsolable. It is out of order. It does not complete the circle of life.