Aunt Fireman Sam

I just found out that Aunt Sam died yesterday.

We sometimes called her Aunt Fireman Sam. She wasn't really a fireman. We just called her that after a cartoon in the UK called Fireman Sam to the Rescue. It was a term of endearment. Sometimes McKenzie would call her Grandma by mistake. Aunt Sam didn't think she was old enough to be called 'Grandma'.

When I said the prayer tonight, I said, "Please bless Aunt Sam that she'll feel better and that she'll be alive again." Isn't that what we all wish for?

McKenzie asked a lot of questions, like:

Q: How long will Aunt Sam be dead? (Like me, McKenzie knows that Aunt Sam, like all of us, will live again.)

A: A long time.

Q (to daddy): Will you die?

A: Not for a long time.

Q: Not for a long time?

A: I'll live for a long time.

Q: Did Aunt Sam live for a long time?

A: Not long enough.

McKenzie: I miss Aunt Sam.