My son has been sick lately. He's had a sore throat and a horrible-sounding cough, and he's especially sick in the morning. So when he wakes up each day, we give him Children's Motrin and a glass of water for his throat. He takes both gratefully and then goes back to sleep.
Well, my uncle passed away last night because of cancer, and my son asked us why we were all so upset. I think his exact words were, "I'm sorry you're crying. What happened?" And this is the first time we've had to try to explain death to him without actually explaining it. So we told him that my uncle got really sick and then he didn't ever get any better. And my wonderful, innocent son said, "They didn't give him enough medicine and water?" It was the sweetest and saddest thing I've ever heard. Some things just give you such a great perspective. And I'm so thankful for the family I have.