One year ago--just last Thursday

The following conversation happened just last Thursday.

DeeKen: Mom, if you hit your big toe with a hammer will you go to heaven?

Me: Why would you think that?

DeeKen: Because Micah told me if you hit your big toe with a hammer you would go to heaven.

Me: I don't think so bud.

DeeKen kind of talking to himself: Yeah, because if you hit your big toe you wouldn't die, and that's how you go to heaven. You have to die. To die your heart has to stop beating. That's how Grandpa Ken died.

{Pause}

DK: Mom, I want to see Grandpa Ken.

Me: Oh... no you don't.

DK: Why?

Me: Cause Grandpa would want you to live a long healthly life. Go on a mission, get married have some kids.

DK: So when I am a grandpa I can go and see grandpa Ken?

Me: That's between you and Heavenly Father buddy!

I can't believe it has been a year since that awful phone call telling us our patriarch had passed on. I didn't really want this anniversary to come. I liked having this whole year to think about when we would have seen him this time a year ago. Now that is over. I know I am strange, but the further we get from his passing, the less my children will remember him. Makes my heart hurt.

We Love you Grandpa Ken! We still miss you a bunch!