Little Star was buried this morning. Jim is crushed. I’m surprised actually how hard he has taken it. He cried on and off throughout the day. doris was the same years back with the unfortunate incident of the frog. Though I did tell her that frogs and pockets weren’t a great combo.
He put him in half a tissue box, wrapped up in what was one of my favourite hankies, dug a hole between the plum tree and the rosemary, had a long deep sob, and we let him go.
It’s tough letting kids deal with death. In some sense maybe it prepares them for the losses that are inevitable, and I was a quite a loss for what to say. I ended up going with the whole Heaven theme,( which starts with ‘some people believe…’) so now Jim has an image of Star, ( 3 inches tall) frollicking around a green green land with Grandparents he never knew and about 40 goldfish that have passed through our house on their brief journeys.
Meanwhile today was day one of my macro endeavour. I’m aiming at to do the 10 day programme. After a day of miso soup, brown rice and steamed veggies I am full but very sleepy.
Still on Gw holidays here, no school tomorrow. The Man went back to work today but luckily for him he got home in time to enjoy the macro dinner, the kids had yakisoba.
The rain is coming down in torrents, I reckon Jack’ll be trying to climb my beanstalks by tomorrow.