This Narrow Valley: Thinking About the Death of a Child
There's a home for the elderly that Emilia and Jasper and I pass every day on our walks to and from preschool and junior kindergarten and ballet lessons and karate. Emilia calls the ladies who live there her ladies -- "We need to wave to my ladies, Mommy!" - and she waves and blows kisses to them when we see them sitting in their enclosed verandah, and, when they come out outside for their daily constitutionals, she stops for chats and hugs. They give her extra candy at Halloween. She thinks that they're awesome. "Just like Grandma, only not so far away and also they give me candy instead of cake." Which is an important difference, you know.
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