Liam crawls around on the couch mewing; and speaking "Mommy...looooook....loooook...a little lost kitten, it's a lost kitten." More mewing and the kitten crawls into my lap so I can pet it and Liam tells me it's story.
Mommy, this kitten, this kitten, see, its owner has died. He died. The owner had a big, big sickness and after a while the sickness got so big that his body totally stopped working and he died. But while he still had a big, big sickness, but before he died, he let the kitten outside and the kitten got lost. And when the kitten came back he looked for the owner all around the world and he looked everywhere in the whole universe, and he came home and looked everywhere and everywhere all around the house, and all around the yard, and all around everywhere, again and again, but no owner. So the kitten sat down and said 'hmmm' and 'think, think, think' and on the last think the kitten said, 'oh, I know, I think my da . . .my owner. . .has died.' And now, Mommy, this kitten has come to live with you. What do you think?Then Liam said "Mommy, I'm really talking about Daddy, you know. Even though it was a long, long time ago I still remember snuggling with Daddy on his hospital bed, when his hospital bed was right there, next to the tv cabinet, where the blue chair is. I remember that."
Yes, small one, I remember that too. Your Daddy loved to snuggle with you and talk with you and read you stories more than anything, and we can always remember exactly what that was like.