My sweet, inquisitive McKenzie and I were driving in the car a few weeks ago when we passed a cemetery. She wanted to know what it was and I explained it in the simplest possible way. She seemed to understand and asked many questions.
A week or so later she saw a picture on the computer of Great Grandma Ricci dancing at our wedding. She wanted to know who she was dancing with and I told her that it was Great Grandpa Ricci, who died before she was born. She wanted to know if he was in a cemetery. When I told her he was, she wanted to know if we could go visit him.
I took McKenzie to meet him last week. On the way there Kenzie asked, "when we talk to the stone, can grandpa hear us?" She listened intently as I answered. Kaia was napping in the car while Kenzie and I talked to grandpa's headstone. We told him about Dustin's girls, who he never had the pleasure to meet. We talked about how much we love visiting Great Grandma and how we miss him so much.
McKenzie was pretty quiet on the way home, mostly because she was tired, I think, but perhaps also because she was deep in thought. When Kaia woke up before we were home I heard Kenzie whisper to her, "Kaia, honey, we met great grandpa." Be still my heart.