The conversations I’ve been having with Jeremy the last few days have very little to do with spiritual matters. He is content with the knowledge that Nana is in heaven. What he wants to understand pertains to the preparation of the body, the purpose and practicality of a casket, and what happens to these things as time goes on. Though I love the way his curious mind works, I’ve had difficulty finding the right child-appropriate words to end the conversation with him satisfied. If history is any indication, we’ll be having these discussions at random for a long time.
Jackson, in his four-year-old level of understanding, has been perfectly fine. He’ll say “Nana’s in heaven” in the same tone and manner as “I want to watch Toy Story.” His behavior has been off-the-charts charming and angelic, which has made this mama so happy. He’s never been required to sit still and quiet for so long, much less under these somber circumstances, so we couldn’t be more thankful.
There are several stories to be told in regards to the last few days, but I’m going to let them settle in my mind a little longer before I put them down here. For now, I’m enjoying every colorful autumn leaf, each bend in the curvy road and the amazing views of the Great Smokey Mountains.