Death of a Salesman

Brandus’ father died this past weekend, 6 years or so after being diagnosed with stage four prostate cancer.

It’s been a little crazy, and we’ve done a lot of running around. Brandus did the traveling, and told me to stay home with Voldemort. There was no funeral or memorial, so Brandus went out to be with his mom. I ran after the kid and answered the four million phone calls a day from my family and Brandus and people from work.

Brandus is dealing, and we’re still trying to decide how to handle discussing things with the Little Dark Lord. Seeing as Mimi is on her way out on the 19th, we need to figure it out, as he probably will notice that Grandpa isn’t with her. My awesome sister sent us some books for him, but has anyone had to handle anything like this? What did you say?

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2 Responses to Death of a Salesman

  1. RobMonroe says:

    No advice, just condolences. All the best to you all in this difficult time.

  2. Kara says:

    My great-grandpa died when I was five, and I have no memory of him or of my parents telling me what happened, but I know they must’ve, because he lived down the street from my grandparents, and we saw him a lot. Have you had any pets die? What about that thing from “everything I need to know I learned in kindergarten” about how everything dies, even the little plants you grow from beans in dixie cups? I don’t really know what to say, especially trying to explain something like that to a three year old. Watch Bambi? Watch The Lion King?