We're Gonna Need a Turkey
I am ever amazed at the resiliency of my children. God bless them, they keep me strong.
A conversation this morning with Zane (5 years old).
Me: Hey, Buddy. We're going to have to miss your big poetry readings and songs this Friday.
Zane: Why?
Me: Well....remember your Uncle Monty called this morning about my mom, your grandmom?
Zane: Yeah...
Me: Well, man. She passed away this morning. We have to go down to Louisiana.
(Zia chimed in) Dad, I'm sorry about your mom.
Me: Thanks, Zia. Me too.
Zane: Yeah, me too. Sorry, Dad. (short pause) Oh, we need a turkey!
Me: What?
Zane: Yeah, whenever someone dies you need to bring food.
Me: Good point, Zane. Good point indeed.
My mother passed away this morning. I'm off to Louisiana to say goodbye to her in a religiously appropriate manner. Oh, and find a turkey!
A conversation this morning with Zane (5 years old).
Me: Hey, Buddy. We're going to have to miss your big poetry readings and songs this Friday.
Zane: Why?
Me: Well....remember your Uncle Monty called this morning about my mom, your grandmom?
Zane: Yeah...
Me: Well, man. She passed away this morning. We have to go down to Louisiana.
(Zia chimed in) Dad, I'm sorry about your mom.
Me: Thanks, Zia. Me too.
Zane: Yeah, me too. Sorry, Dad. (short pause) Oh, we need a turkey!
Me: What?
Zane: Yeah, whenever someone dies you need to bring food.
Me: Good point, Zane. Good point indeed.
My mother passed away this morning. I'm off to Louisiana to say goodbye to her in a religiously appropriate manner. Oh, and find a turkey!
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