We’ve been dealing with a slow impending death in our family from late-stage ALS for a while now. Grandma is the full-time caregiver for her older brother. She’s also the sometimes caregiver for my kids a few hours a week.
I think that kids witnessing death and dying is something that used to happen a lot more in the past. Now we hide and sanitize the process, which, well, don’t get me started on what I think of the wisdom of that.
I wrote an imaginary and allegorical piece on the topic. And I wrote another one about what happens when we hide the facts of life and death from children. This one is full of interesting research and art on topic.
As for me, I’m going to keep telling my kids what’s up with reality, at least as far as I can understand it. That’s what I’d want if I was little.
Nice piece. Thanks for sharing!
