We gathered today at the little church in the little town where my aunt once lived to say goodbye to her. I brought my son, and a backpack full of crayons, puzzle books, and snacks. Most of the family got up and had something to say about this wonderful woman: her daughter, her son, their spouses. Her sister. Her niece. Her sister’s husband. She was loved. My son listened, and learned, that death is a part of life. Not something to fear. Not something to ignore and hide from. He learned a little bit, today, about what it means to …read more