“Mom, do you believe in the afterlife?”
I blame the left turn I’m making for the delay in my response before asking, “Abby, where did you hear that word?”
Abby: My friend Marisa. So. Do you?
Me: Well, yes, actually. I visit with my grandparents sometimes while I’m sleeping.
Sam [deadpan]: I thought they were dead.
Me: Yes, Sam, they are. Nonny’s mom died in 1983, then Poppy’s dad died in 1986. Then Nonny’s dad in 1987, and Poppy’s mom stayed with us the longest. She died in 1992.
Sam [who still hasn’t looked up from his Lego “Krusty Krab” restaurant]: So, then you were “fresh out”?
Me: Yep, fresh out. I always wished for one extra day with them so they could meet you guys. Dad was really lucky to have his Nana around until just last year.
Hannah: I miss Nana.
Abby: She’s flying above us right now, Hannah!
Sam: Like in an airplane?
Abby: [exasperated, as only a 9 year-old sister can be]: No, Sam, you can’t see her. She’s invisible.
Sam [noticeably less monotone]: She’s flying and she’s invisible?
Hannah: Mommy, can we get ice cream?