Cameron lost his Mama Dot last week… And he’s taking it pretty well, but this has been pretty hard for him. He’s so lucky to have had a great-grandma until he was almost seven years old! I had always wished I had known my great-grandparents. He’s one of the lucky few. Cameron had a chance to meet my Grandma James. She was so awesome. We lost her when Cam was only three. He was there for the funeral, but he doesn’t remember the experience. So this was a tough one.
Cam experienced a visitation and a funeral that included a burial service. He watched as drivers pulls to the side of the road in respect as the procession drove to the cemetery. It’s a lot for a young guy to ingest. And he’s doing pretty well. We took a really long walk after we got home from Kentucky today to help him get all of the energy out. He’s upset. He’s sad. He misses Mama Dot. It’s totally understandable. But he and I also talked about how lucky he was to really know her and spend so much time with her. Plus, it was so nice to have the kids around during this sad time. There’s something about little kids that make you want to smile… Which is why I’m trying not to feel guilty about a little laughter outburst he and I had during the end of the funeral service. He clearly needed a little joke… So I taught him:
Why is six afraid of seven?
Because seven “ate” nine!!!!
Too funny for us at the moment. And it helped him relax a bit while everyone else thought we were a bit off. But, we’ll do what we need to do to get through sad times.
We’ll miss you Mama Dot! Cameron misses you very very much!