My Friend's Daughter
My friend died at the age of 31 from lung cancer. She left a husband and three daughters, the oldest was about four years old.
The four year old, Jennifer, was at the funeral and my friend's husband asked me to take care of her. He was so distraught and crying. I did my best not to cry so I wouldn't upset Jennifer.
I picked Jennifer up and held her. She looked at me and said that her mommy was in heaven now. I said that she was. She said her daddy told her that her mommy would always love her and once again I agreed. Then she said that everyone was crying because they loved her mommy. Then she looked at me and asked why wasn't I crying and didn't I love her mother. Well, that broke the dam and I just started to weep. Little four year old Jennifer put her arms around me and hugged me for a long time.
I believe that if a child is old enough to understand why a parent won't be with them any longer than they should be told about death.