Tjabe has been talking about death a lot lately, probably because we have had two deaths within our extended family over the past few weeks. The first was Mary, the mother of our brother-in-law, a very dear woman whom the Lord called home at the end of August. The second was Kirby, my parent's dog, who had to be put down a couple of weeks ago. Tjabe has talked more about Kirby's death, since he had never met Mary and doesn't really grasp what happened there, but has met Kirby several times. My parents are now beginning a new chapter of their life as they invite Darwin, their new puppy, into their home in a few weeks. Since hearing about Darwin, Tjabe will randomly talk about animals or people dying and their "owner" getting a new one. Today in the car we had this conversation:
T: Mom, when I get bigger, as big as Winston, and Grandma dies, then Grandpa can go and get a new Grandma!
Me: I hope Grandma doesn't die when you're as big as Winston [Winston is seven]! Plus, I think it's a little bit different with people.
T: And then when people die they'll go to Minnesota.
Me: They'll go where?
T: No, they'll go to Iowa, and then heaven. But first Iowa.