My father died February 14, 2012 last year. Sometimes I can’t help but recall conversations I’ve had with my children in coming to terms with his death.
M1: Mommy, how old was Gwakong (means maternal grandfather in Chinese) when he died?
Me: He was 70.
M1: So how about Angkong ? (means paternal grandfather in Chinese)
Me: Oh he’s still alive.
M1: So why isn’t he dead? Aren’t people only supposed to live until 70? Does this mean you will die at 70 too Mom?
Me: No . Not everyone dies at 70. Gwakong passed away because he had some sickness.
M1: How come people don’t die at the same age?
Me: Good question. We really don’t. How long we live depends on how we take care of ourselves and how much healthy foods we ate.
M1: Oh…. So where do people go when they die?
Me: To Heaven
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