I remember the fondly the days when we would ride to work together with my Dad. (At other times I would take the bus and that is a story for another day) My Dad would drive, and for some reason I would sit on the back right of the car (the driver seat was on the right). Everyday was an opportunity for my dad to teach me a life lesson, and it would range from Christianity, relationships, school, and career. Those were interesting days. So history is kinda repeating itself and I am driving my baby girl to school. We pass the cemetery and the all important conversation starts.
R: What are those white things?
R: what’s inside them?
G: dead people ( I guess I should have coated it a little)
R: do they live there?
G: Not really.
R :Will they wake up?
G: When Christ comes back.
R :I don’t want to die, I don’t want to live there. I don’t want you to die either. Do you want to die mommy?
G: No (sigh)