Squirt: Mama, can you make the bubbles come out of the machine?
Me: Sorry, but it doesn’t work anymore
Squirt: Well, I know, let’s fix it!
Me: I don’t know how.
Squirt: Maybe when grandpa is finished with the angels and heaven and comes back, he can fix it. You wanna do that mama?
Me: Oh honey, I wish grandpa could come back. But he’s dead honey. He’s not coming back. He’s in heaven forever.
Squirt: But mama…. who’s going to fix our stuff?
Me: <sniff> We’re just going to have to figure it out ourselves.
Squirt: <sigh> Let’s just buy a new bubble maker.
Mara ~ She still feels his loss too.
