One of the things we have been talking quite a bit about lately is dying.
No one has died luckily, but new interests in fighting and attacking and baddies also bring with them questions of what happens when you get inured and don’t get better.
Personally I choose to keep a somewhat open mind about what happens when you die, I would love nothing more than to imagine a heaven where we are all reunited but on your average day that often feels a little bit far-fetched. Fingers crossed though right?
Anyway whether you are a believer or a non believer one of the most popular ways to describe what happens when you die to a small fretful child is to say something along the lines of:
‘Blady bla has gone to be a star in the sky. If you ever miss them just look up and the shiniest, sparkliest one will be blady bla watching over us all’
Which sounds bloody lovely!
Except my guy ain’t buying that. Because essentially he is now thinking about a bunch of dead people floating around with a bunch of dead rocks in the great cold, expanse of nothingness that is space.
And that is not cool. So he wants the specifics.
‘Will we all be together when we die? Who will die first? Can you walk and talk when you die? Will we all live in the same house? Will my toys be there?’
His biggest fear revolves around being left behind if we die first. As such I have found myself agreeing to ridiculous things just to try and relieve the tension…
To be honest it’s not very funny because it can scare him to the point of tears. Even the topic of growing up and perhaps living apart from us is taboo and I still have to repeatedly swear that I will never leave him.
I find all these questions so very hard to answer. How honest should you be with a four year old? And even if you want to be honest, how can you be if you aren’t even sure yourself?
But whether we all become big fat nothings or whether we will end up prancing about in the clouds drinking gin in an afterlife with no hangovers (THIS PLEASE), I know for sure that we will never fully leave our guys – little pieces of our hearts will always live on inside of theirs and their children’s children and so on.
That is always a comfort.
Unless of course there is an apocalypse. In which case we are all f*cked.
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