Tuesday, August 30
This morning I was having a shower, and not unusually she found a reason to be in the bathroom too.
'Mum, you know how Daddy's Grandad is in the rose garden?' (his ashes are scattered quite famously in a rose garden in hubby's home town)
'He got burned up and gets to be in the soil now and is part of the beautiful roses, that's pretty cool'.
'Yes it is..'
'When I die, I don't want to do that though. I want to go to heaven'
'Um, you can do that too, it's just your body that gets burned up'
'what, it's just your head that goes to heaven?'.
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