Our little foster bestie has come for the weekend, which we are SO excited for!! Things are always a little extra wild when we visit, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything!
Everyone was running all over the house, plus another bonus we had for just half an hour while they waited to be picked up for something else, and out of nowhere, foster bestie raced over to me from the basement and asked “Where daddy Brady go?”
Left me blubbering to explain to the transport person in my doorway that my husband passed recently.
“Daddy Brady is in heaven with Jesus. He doesn’t live here anymore. He lives with Jesus.”
“Oh ya! Wiff JESUS!”
And off they went, back downstairs, to join the fray.
Those moments are the ones that take my breath away more than most. When I have to say it out loud to a kid, or to someone new, and I have to react and respond appropriately, however that looks, but my feelings are different each time.
Grief stinks. Also love.
