I was just watching John Edward Cross Country where they talked about explaining death to a child. I think my child did the best job of explaining death to everyone.
His great-grandfather Harv died when Zach was about three. We were at the funeral home, and he and his same-age cousin, Jeremiah were sitting on the floor in front of the casket playing with little cars. Whenever someone walked up to the casket to look at Grandpa, Zach would tell them, "that used to be Grampa, but he's not in there anymore...he went to heaven."
A little later that evening we were driving home and from the back seat Zach said, "Mom, we need to get a big long ladder so we can go visit Grampa in heaven." I told him there was no need because Heaven was just above us, and we could talk to him any time we wanted.
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