Those words that make you cry.

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I just read a post written by my friend lotter Smelly. It´s called "Here's Some Sad Christmas News". It reminded of some of the conversations I had with my grandson Tomás who died from cancer less than a year after my husband died. A couple of weeks after my husband died, he asked me: Grandma, was God dead when my Grandpa died? I freaked out. I´m a non believer. Not exactly an atheist, more like an agnostic. But I won´t get into that. Suffice to say that I could not answer that sentence. Yet, I could not say either yes or no. So I said God was alive, of course. It was night, we were in a car, he was at the front seat and I was at the back. I cried. Months later, the last words he asked me were: Grandma, what is the night? I did not know then that those were going to be his last words to me, but I did know that he was asking about death. I told him that it was the moment when everyone rested to prepare for the next day. I came home that night crying all the way. One of my closest friend called me and asked me if I wanted company. I said Yes. The next day there was a phone call. Monica answered it. Then she told me: The little Prince has gone back to his planet. I am writing this and crying although 16 years have gone by.