I was driving my three year old granddaughter, Brinkley, home last night and this is one of many conversations we had:
Brinkley: Grandma, do you miss your dada?
Me: Yes, I really miss him a lot. Do you miss your dada?
Brinkley: Yes.
Me: Good thing your are going to see him soon.
Brinkley: Grandma, where is your dada?
Me: He got sick and died.
Brinkley: Do you need another dada?
Me: No, Brink, he is still my dad. He is in Heaven with Heavenly Father and Jesus.
Brinkley: Well he needs to get back down here!!!
I cried and laughed at the same time.
