Tonight as I was putting my oldest to bed, we said a little prayer for my friend, Mona, and her donor as they have a kidney transplant tomorrow. After I gave a 5-year-old's description of what is entailed in a kidney transplant - which says more about my medical knowledge than the fact that I was talking to a 5-year-old - we talked about who else he wanted to pray for.
He included his usual list of friends and Transformers before moving onto his grandparents who are coming back from Florida this week. Then the conversation went a little something like this...
We have to pray for my other grandma, too.
We just did.
No, the one who's going to die soon.
What????
The one who just had a birthday. She's even older so she's going to die soon.
Technically, her birthday is tomorrow (May 1), but we celebrated it yesterday. I thought about explaining how we are all one day closer to death, but that seemed too morbid so I just left it that because it's her birthday she's going to die soon. For some reason it seemed less morbid at the time.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
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