I was chatting on the phone with Beth this week and wandered upstairs to grab something. Charlie was laying in bed sobbing – they weren’t angry tears but sad ones (you learn to distinguish these things when you have been monitoring your child’s mood for ten years) and his body was shaking. I quickly told Beth I’d call her later and went to see what was wrong. He couldn’t tell me but held out a letter he had found in his room that Gramma Bobby had written him a few years ago.
Oh baby – I miss her too.
I didn’t know how to comfort him. I hugged him hard and reminded him how much she loved him and how close they were since she lived with us until he was three. Then I started to cry too.
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