We talk about our Sweet Eddy just about every day. Yesterday, Finn was asking me about Eddy’s ashes (in my closet). Without rehashing my explanation of cremation (awkward) and his unexpected follow up questions, we came to a point when I said, “Do you still miss him, Buddy? I still miss Eddy a whole lot.” Finn said, “Yep, I do. But we’ll see him again when his tree grows.” (Referring to the tree we plan to plant when we have a memorial for Eddy, when we get the back yard finished, when we can agree on a design, when we unexpectedly find a whole lot of money to pay for the yard, when I stop spending it on new jeans, boots, and coats.)
I love Finn’s simple little world of happiness. Things usually turn out well in it.