He was diagnosed with kidney cancer at the beginning of this year, and unable to receive much treatment for it due to his age and health, his battle came to an end much sooner than we were expecting. Along with his death came the normal things that come with any death–a funeral, a burial, and a lot of grieving. I had not even thought about how I would handle these moments with two young children, beforehand.
We are very honest with our kids and always have been. There isn’t much that I will not tell my oldest, who is four. If she can even come close to understanding, I tell her the truth about most things, and try to explain them in her perspective. She knew and was as prepared as she could be for his death. She knew he had been sick, knew that he was quickly getting worse, and knew that eventually, he would go to live in Heaven. As I received news about his condition, so did she as I saw it necessary.
Overall, I think she did really well this weekend with everything. She broke down and got upset a couple of times, but I think that telling her everything, and preparing her for what was to come really helped her. I am so very glad she was able to have the opportunity to get to know her great grandfather, as a lot of kids her age do not get that chance.