On a rainy Saturday morning we held our first funeral. Charlie found the dead bird on our porch a few days earlier and we wanted to help him find closure. Turns out he was more excited about using a special shovel than the passing of the bird. He ran around singing about his "special mission to bury the black capped chickadee". We chose a spot in the garden and prayed that he would be happy flying in heaven with Jesus.
The kids curiosity was a sweet reminder that death doesn't have to be sad. And it's ok to sing and celebrate life instead of cry. Cordelia was a little confused but was more than happy to dance in the rain while we sang Amazing Grace.
Charlie still asks about the chickadee and "whats dead" at least once a day. While I think honesty is the best policy, I still need to figure out how to answer him so he accepts them before moving on.
Mama why did we put the black capped chickadee in the ground?
Because he died.
Well his body stopped working.
Why did it stop working?
Um, I'm not sure...everything dies eventually...I mean nothing lives forever...but it's ok because the birdie gets to live with Jesus now and has a new body...
Hey mama can we watch Chuck and Friends?!