The other day, Elizabeth said, out of the blue, something along the lines of:
"Remember when I was at the dentist and I got my crowns? And you wanted me to eat the popsicle? Well, I didn't want to eat it because I was tired."
Yeah. That was months ago. Then we have this kicker. There a death in the family last month and Yvonne was upset and crying. Elizabeth gave her a hug and said she would make a card for her "grandpap" to make her feel better. A few hours later she comes back to see me while I'm working and hands me a little picture that she drew. The conversation went something like this:
"Dad! Look at the card I made for mom's grandpap."
"It looks wonderful sweetie."
"See? This side has a dolphin." She turns it over and points "And here's an arrow and an airplane and two hearts."
"That's very nice of you to do that sweetie."
"Mom's grandpap is in heaven. Can you mail to heaven?"
And that's when I could only do my best to not cry and say I'd try to mail it to heaven. So if you know of an address I can use, please let me know.