“She’s in heaven with the angels,” I responded to my grandson’s question about the passing of my mother.
Weeks later when the three-year-old returned from an air show at NAS Jacksonville, I asked what he thought of the performance. The precocious toddler shouted. “I liked the jets. They were so loud!”
Then he quietly added, “But I didn’t see Mema.” “Why did you think she would be there?” I asked. He shrugged and replied, “Mommy promised me the Blue Angels. All I saw was a bunch of airplanes!”