Nocturnal Journal–Mandy M. Roth

I asked for about two bucks worth. I got 90 of them.

(back of mom’s car with notebooks in it)

So, I stopped by the cemetery with the boys because middle kid requested it. He wanted to visit my grandpa’s grave. I said sure. After much hide and seek (I personally think my grandpa was moving his grave on us) we finally found his spot. My grandpa fixed/made clocks and pocket watches, its why you see the pocket watch on his headstone.

Lil’ kid never met my grandpa. He passed right before he was born. That didn’t stop him from wanting to get out and visit too.

I’m standing there, letting middle kid visit and I notice lil’ kid putting his ear to the ground.

Me: "What are you doing?"

Lil’ Kid: Gives me look like "moron" and says, "I’m talking to Grandpa, Mom."

Oh, sorry. That was my next guess. This went on for a bit and we weren’t allowed to leave until lil’ kid had updated my grandpa on everything he could think of. I ran and grabbed my camera from the car and got a pic.

While we’re leaving the cemetery, lil’ kid says "Mom, can we get grandpa out of there, take him to the doctor and fix him."

Its moments like this that I wish parenting came with a handbook. See How to Deal with Death page 131.

Me, being the all star mom that I am, change the subject to "who wants to go swimming at Nana’s?"

Ooo, lookie, the shinny object distraction worked.