Last evening, after a long illness, my grandmother passed away. We will miss her, but I am comforted knowing that she doesn't hurt anymore.
Darian, as usual, helped to put it all in perspective.
After I told him, he was sad and let me hold him while he cried. This morning, just before leaving for school, he said "Mom, I'm kind of glad that Grandma Monica died."
"Yeah. Now that she is a saint in heaven, I know she will be with me at my First Communion. She wanted to go, but when she was alive she was too sick. Now, she isn't sick anymore."
Rest in Peace, Grandma.