Today little miss Mykala told me that her friend Fourstas died. She said that she was sick and died like her Grampa Jensen and that she also died in a black brownish (referring to the casket her Grampa was in). She then said that her friend twostas (a new one) will die when she turns 5.
I was a little concerned at first, since death is a big and strange topic for a 4 year old. She has picked up on the fact that death is a very influential thing and is aware of the impact it makes, but obviously doesn't understand how or why.
I asked her things like "Does it make you sad?" and she said, "Sometimes it makes me sad." but she said it so matter-of-fact. She didn't seem bothered or depressed at all, really.... she said it all pretty casually. I kept telling her, "Well, it will be ok." I think she knows it will be.
I am worried; however, that all this talk and experience of death, that she is (and will be) afraid of her upcoming birthday. She told Chad at my dad's funeral that she didn't want to die and was really concerned that she was going to when she turned 5.
Death is a hard concept to grasp and cope with, no matter what age you are.
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