I'm almost glad that this last week happened when it did. For those of you who haven't heard, my Grandpa Archie died last Saturday night. We just got done holding services for him Thursday morning.
Why am I glad about the timing? I'm not as talented as my sister is at explaining things like death to small children. Ellie is a baby, hence no need to explain things yet. However, my niece and nephew are old enough to get it. My sister did a good job, and kids made it through the visitation, funeral, and burial just fine. Better than I did for my Great-grandpa Tony when I was their age.
Oh, well. I know explaining complex, abstract ideas to small children comes with being a parent. I'm just glad it hasn't come yet.