After school the other day, on our way to get Oliver:
Alexa: "Mommy, how old was Grandpa when he died."
Me: "Grandpa was 57. And I was 30."
Alexa: "Oh. So you weren't a kid when he died."
Me: "No, I wasn't. But you weren't born yet. I wish he could have met you."
Alexa: "Well, I know I didn't know him. But I feel sad for you, Mommy."
At this point, I'm trying to not break down in tears, especially while driving.
Alexa: "If I met him, I would say 'Hi.'"
Me: "If he saw you, I think he would say [insert gruff voice here] 'Get over here and give me a hug.'"
Alexa (after short pause): "I think he is up in Heaven, with Mama's Nana. Not my Nana, but Mama's Nana. You know, the one I knew when I was a baby."
Me (thinking, how the hell does she know about Heaven): "Yes honey, I think for sure that they are together looking down on us. And they are so proud of you and Oliver."
