Going Home to Say Goodbye

We will (this week) be making one of the sort of pilgrimages adults make in their lives.

We will be driving across the country so my husband can say goodbye to his mother. She has had a stroke and is not doing well.

She was always kind to me, and never had anything but good wishes for my family.

I tried to explain it to the oldest boy but I'm not sure how much a 4 year old (even one who is 47 inches tall) understands. He said to me, as I put him into bed last night, "Mommy, it isn't good that Grandma Anne is going to die."

No.

It isn't good at all.