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postscript to that other story afterward she wanted to talk a little more and we decided to go see where great grandma and great grandpa are buried. so we trekked up to the cemetery, and wandered around for a while looking for their marker. she asked me to read the names on other markers as we went along. it was a beautiful day, and she was curious but not sad. we left some daisies on their grave. she didn't have any questions about that. afterward as we were driving to get lunch (which turned into getting a lunchable and her first time in a car wash), she asked if i wanted to hear a song about a little girl and a little boy who died. (this is how she tells stories.) the song was actually an enumeration of everything the little boy and the little girl loved in the world, and how much they loved being alive. their dying was just a single nondescript line near the end. lesson there i think
