We Want To Party Without Dad At The Funeral

The kids: What’s a funeral?

Me: It’s when family and friends come together to celebrate and remember someone who died.

The kids: Why can’t we go to the funeral?

Me: Well, Dada thought we shouldn’t all go this time, but I promise when my Nana dies, we will all go.

E: No! We can all go but Dad. He always going to all these funeral parties without us so we are leaving HIM behind. Just you, me and N. He can come to the party when you die, Mama.

{mumble math mumblemumble}

E: When you’re 99.

N: It’s going to be so sad when Mama dies.

E: Nope. We’re going to be grownups by then. We won’t need her.

N {indignant}: I’ll still need her and be with her.

E: Well, you can’t because she’ll be dead.

N: Okay.

Well, at least, I’ve taught them not to be afraid of partying, and I get to live to be 99 years old.

Photo Source: TheTim on Flickr

Oh, and anyone who thinks it’s morbid to talk about someone dying, guess what, human? We all die, and I’d rather my kids attend my death party than be relegated to their nightmares. Plus, if I get to live as long and be as kind as any nana on my side or my husband’s side, I will be more than happy to go when it’s time. I don’t want my children to be afraid of death anymore than I want them to be afraid of birth. Of course, I don’t want them to think death (or birth) is so awesome that they run towards it extra earlier, but if there is one thing we all have in common, rich or poor, kind or mean, famous or infamous, it’s dying so they might as well get used to it.

HAPPY WEDNESDAY!

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