I went in to work, and told my boss I would only be there for a couple hours.
The act of telling the CHENG
about my grandmother brought the grief and shock back, and I it showed on my face, too. I took care of a few things, told my guys, and went home. When I got home, the kids were happy to see me, but curious
"Why daddy home?",
asked me. I brought the girls over to sit by me, and Jen took the boy off to his room. I explained to them, pretty much as my dad had to me, that granny
had died in a car accident
. One of them, the one who had been very close to my wife's grandmother before she died, took the news fine. The other, the sensitive one, cried, and had a harder time. Telling children that someone they know is dead is not a pleasant task. For a long time, wife and I bought replacement pets
, or said that I "took them to work" instead of going through the hell of breaking their little hearts
. I'm sure we've screwed them up by doing it, too.