Brady came home from school with good news:
“Great Grampa is going to be alive again, Mom!”
For a moment I couldn’t speak. I dropped everything and gave him my full attention. “What do you mean?” I asked him.
“Oh,” he said. “At school I got a wish, and I wished for Great Grampa to be alive again!”
He beamed at me, proud of the gift of his wish. He showed it to me. It looked like this:
I looked at his face. He absolutely believed that it’s true.
Then he ran off to play.
He has brought it up again, when Kyle puts on the Notre Dame sweatshirt that was my Grampa’s, that is too small for me and too big for him, but he wears it to school on chilly days. “This was Great Grampa’s,” he’ll say. And then Brady says “He’s dead. But I wished him back alive, so he’s going to be alive again someday.”
I repeat the “in due time,” part to him, and remind him that this could take a very long time.
“I know,” he says. “I’ll wait.”
How wonderful that he still thinks of and loves Great Grampa.
He WILL be alive again. He IS alive again, in heaven. And while that “in due time” will feel like forever (and ever and ever), he will be reunited with him, eventually. And the wait will feel like a blink of an eye then. Love you. Me.
Oh my.
What a lovely wish.
I suppose the lump in my throat will also dissolve in due time.
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What a sweet wish he made. It’s awesome that they were able to create memories with your grandfather!
Just love this. Came back today to print for nana.
Precious!
I love this so much. And yes, in due time. 🙂
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I love how children believe.
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