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February 13, 2007

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amy

My 4-year-old became death-obsessed after we attended my grandmother's funeral last fall. It's tough - she asks questions about death almost every day still. The things she thinks of catch my breath - even asking about when I will die, when she will die. I suppose it's the beginning of the inevitable slippery slope of life that sets in for kids as they become adults...the realities, the not-as-pretty side of life. No matter how you view death, as an end or beginning, it's sad, and you never want to share sad things with a 4-year-old. Then again, she's matter-of-fact about it in a way that's made me think about it differently on some level.

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