Over the weekend, I took my daughter to the museum at Southbank. There was an Egyptian exhibition on display, and a large, colorful poster of a mummy caught her eye. She asked me what it was, and that led to a string of questions, one after another.
At first, I tried to explain simply that when someone dies, they're placed in a box and buried in the ground. But as her questions kept coming, the conversation gradually shifted to the idea that everyone dies eventually, even Mum and Dad.
She seemed stunned. She paused for a moment, then quietly asked if Mum and Dad would really die someday. When I said yes, she burst into tears. With tears streaming down her face, she said, "Daddy, I will miss you."
That made me cry too.