Toree

I waited to make sure with Sissy that it was OK to post this blog. It is rather sweet. (This is 2 conversations that I combined into one for the sake of my blog.)

On our way to my sister's house, C asked me, "Mommy, I want to see that baby."

Me: "What baby are you talking about?" (My sister babysits a little boy and I thought maybe he meant him)

C: "The one of Aunt's that went to heaven."

Me: "But C, she's buried."

C: "I know. I want to see where she is buried."

Me: "OK. I"ll talk to Daddy and Aunt to make sure it is all right. Maybe we could get her some flowers."

C: "I wish they could dig her up so I could really see her."

Me: "ummm. But she's dead. "

C: "I know. But I want to meet her."

Me: "But that's why it's nice to know that we will see her in heaven one day. Just think, she's probably up there playing on the streets of gold and maybe swimming in the river that's up there." (We also discussed that fact that if she fell while playing on the streets of gold that she wouldn't get a boo-boo because there are no tears or sickness or sadness or hurts in heaven)

C: "No I don't think that's allowed. She is probably just allowed to put her feet in it."

AAAh, the brain of a child. You never know what might come out. So we went to see Toree's grave. C picked out flowers for her and then we took a picture of C and K with Toree's headstone. It was quite a sweet moment.

Victoria Michelle Promersberger
January 10, 2008
Ours but for a moment, God's forever.