Happy Ghosts
After learning that Nini had died and that he and I were headed to Denver, Gabriel went through the kids' version of grief.
"I'm so excited to be flying to Denver!" he exclaimed, "But sad that Nini died."
"That makes sense," I said.
"I call it happy-sad because I'm happy to go to Denver, but sad that Nini died."
"That's a good way of putting it."
"Yeah. I think Nini is a ghost now."
"Do you think she's happy?"
"Yes, a happy ghost."
I like Gabriel's version of grief personally. Of course, he shared it with his five-year-old cousin, J, on the way to the airport. I'm sure J will be getting quite an education this trip.
-- Dad
