Back story: my Dad died many years ago, before I’d left college or met my mate, and of course before having kiddies. Both of the girls have expressed sadness/disappointment at having never met him, especially when I’ve related stories of his silliness.
A couple of weeks ago, 5-year old Jenny expressed curiosity about why people buried their dead relatives and friends. I’m not sure I had a good answer really. A little while later she brought this leftover toy from Halloween to me.
Jenny: “Is this what your Dad looks like now?”
Me: “We-ell . . . sort of. Not quite so pink”.
