Shorts #2
16 September 2011
My grandmother died on Cinco de Mayo. I think that’s as good a day as any to go, leaving this earth on a day famous for celebration and levity. A moment I’ll not soon forget came when my 5-year-old daughter and I were discussing death, god, and other such nebulous ideas that I pretty much stumbled over as she gazed up at me with curious sparkly eyes.
She said, “God is like a magical creature that lives inside our bodies.”
That was a perfect example of how, when you don’t think you could love someone more, the love just keeps growing.
