You’ll most certainly have heard of Robert Munsch. He wrote children’s classics (ahem- The Paperbag Princess anyone?!) that have been a feature in my upbringing and now, my daughter’s. My kiddo is a bit older now and mostly out of her Munsch phase, but one that we’ve held on to is titled Live You Forever. The story is very sweet, and sad as hell. For my daughter, this book brought about her very first understanding of death as my voice quivered while reading it to her when she was 3/4 and she noticed a tear on my cheek. “It’s ok, mommy.” She said in her sweet tiny voice. Dagger to my heart. The anticipatory grief of experiencing such an enormous loss weighs on each of us, and it’s moments like this- a quiet story time- that can drag it out of us.
To this day, this Munsch story still gets me, as does the memory of my kiddo’s sweet reaction to comfort me.
(Also- where did that tiny voice go? She’s entering double digits this year and more pre-teen by the day! Agh)
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