A Question of Death

Shoot. I hope I didn't scare you with the title. No one is dead around here (other than my sad, sad knees that are still recovering from the half marathon).

The other night I received the most difficult question yet coming from a 3 year old:

Do we all die, mommy? (My answer: Yes.)
But why do we die? (My answer: I don't exactly remember how I answered. Something about how we start as babies then get older and learn stuff, and we go when we are done learning.)

I think after a while of trying to put words together for the answer I stopped and asked her why she was asking about it. She seems to be using the "D" word a lot lately. I don't think it is cause for concern. She's curious. But when she's playing she will mention that one of her toys is "dead". And I don't know, it makes me uneasy. And I've been correcting her on the toy being fake so it can't die. Who knows what is right or wrong with these answers...I'm just kind of playing it by ear since you never know when it's coming.

I just wonder...what other questions is she going to ask that are going to stump me? I'm also wondering if there is a book that has been written that has these difficult questions with a blanket answer...if not, it's a hell of an idea.

Speaking of death, I just had the death of my 34th year in the world take place on Monday. Another year older. I wrote this post about the last year and some of my accomplishments, but I wasn't at all impressed with it...just think I could have done a lot more. Anyway, with the birthday thing happening, I've been busy and haven't had much time to post but will hopefully be back on track soon.

Wait. Don't I always have some procrastination answer?

Anyway...my birthday was Monday. And that is why I've been so quiet.