Got this text conversation from my son, Josh with his 4 year old son, Jon-Mical last Tuesday, the evening my mother died.
I told Jon-Mical that Nanny died. He immediately asked if she was flying now.
“Flying?” I asked.
“Yes. Is she flying up to heaven?” he responded.
I told him she was.
He looked up and asked, “How far is she?”
“She’s already there.” I said.
