Guest Post from Miranda:
Mommy: Well Kasen, you know my brother – it’s Uncle Jared.
Kasen: Well who’s your mommy?
Kasen: Who’s your daddy?
Kasen: Who’s daddy’s mommy?
And then I saw the lightbulb and Kasen said, “Mommy, where’s daddy’s daddy?”
It wasn’t “who?” that time, which was weird. This time he asked “where?” My breath was taken away and I was thinking, “How in the world do I answer this question.” I wasn’t prepared to answer this question. So I said, “Well Kasen, daddy’s daddy was sick and he’s not living anymore.”
Kasen: But mommy, where is he?
Mommy: He’s in heaven with Jesus.
Kasen: Jesus is not in heaven.
Mommy: Well where is he Kasen?
Kasen: He’s with God.
Mommy: Well where are they?
He looked up, and said, “Up in the sky. Up in the air somewhere.”
I thought to myself, “Thank heaven we’re off of that question.” but also thanked God for the opportunity to have that conversation. I also thought, “I wish I could have met him so I would have known what to say to Kasen.”
Mommy: Jesus is also here with us, and he’s in heaven with daddy’s daddy.
Kasen: And at Gigi and Papa’s house?
Message from Steve: I’m so grateful to have a bride like Miranda. She’s such a great mom! Although I wish I had been there for the moment that she shared with Kasen, I think she responded perfectly. She didn’t fumble all over herself trying to come up with an answer. She was able to tell him the truth in a way that he could understand and then got a bonus opportunity to talk a little about Jesus/heaven/etc. When Miranda told me this story, it brought tears to my eyes. I hate that my children will never know my dad, but the fact they know me, means they know much of who my dad was as well. I see him in the mirror more and more as I grow older.