Mommy, did your friend die?

The innocent question from a tiny, sweet voice, "Mommy, did your friend die? . . . but why?"

How to explain the unexplainable to a child.

"Well, honey, sometimes people die and . . ."

"Like our garden, mommy? It dies in the winter and comes back in the spring. Like your friend."

Having answered her own question, she turned and walked over to her strawberry patch. I watched as she picked a ripe red strawberry, still moist from the rain, and ate it while laughing.

For everything there is a season.

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