Dancing

Henry talks about Missy a lot, maybe not every single day, but several times a week.  Sometimes it's just statements, like telling us he misses her or reminding us that she lives in his heart.  Other times it's a little more heartbreaking, like when he played his music box and said "I think Aunt Mimi will love this song so much that she will come back from heaven and listen with me".  Lots of times it's just general questions about her, about death and about heaven.  So it wasn't a surprise at bedtime last night when he brought her up.  He had just been tucked in when he looked as me and said "Does Aunt Mimi get thirsty in heaven?"

I try to answer all his questions as well as I can, since usually they have detailed follow up questions, so I thought for a second, then said  "I don't really know baby.  I don't think anybody is really thirsty in heaven, but I am sure she can have a drink if she ever wants one."

To which he said, "I think she drinks water in heaven."

I smiled, thinking of how much she actually loved water and said "I am sure she does.  It was her favorite drink."

He lays still for a minute and I assume the conversation is over, then he says "The floor in heaven is really colorful.  It is made up of ALL the colors.  And Aunt Mimi loves to dance on it.  She is a great dancer.  She just dances on the colorful floor and drinks her water."

And if you know Missy, you know how perfectly this fits her.  Nobody has loved to dance more than our sweet girl, and picturing her up in heaven, dancing on a floor made of all the colors, water in hand, just dancing her heart out... it's just exactly how I want to think of her over this difficult weekend, and beyond.  Just like Henry sees her now. 



Always dancing.