When Megan was five or six years old, we developed the custom of her spending Friday night and Saturday with us. It was a special time. On Saturday mornings she would sit at the dining table with her Grandpa Jerry and drink coffee with him (hers being, of course, milk with a little coffee flavoring). They had good talks about many things. He adored her and delighted in the time they spent together. When we lost him, Megan was just 7 1/2 years old. Although she continued to spend Friday nights with me, she could never again sleep alone in the room that was hers before Jerry died. She slept in the big bed with me and we were a comfort to each other.
Although she could not have known it, those weekends Megan spent with me were an important element in helping me keep it together after my husband's death. A child can bring joy into life even in the midst of grieving.
|Megan sitting at the puzzle table and reading aloud to me.|
I love this child and I love that she still wants to spend time with her Grandma!