The question came unexpectedly on a drive home from making Christmas cookies at Lucy's Aunt Noonie's house. (Yes, it has been awhile since I have written). So shocked by the question I asked her what she said to be sure I heard her correctly. With more emphasis this time, "Mommy, where is your baby Aimee?" I thought hard about what my response would and could and should be. Lucy knows it, "she's in heaven with Jesus." We had talked about it often, both before Aimee was born, to prepare her for when we came home without a baby, and in the many talks since we have been home. She often tells me how she wants to go to heaven to see baby Aimee and Jesus. "Not until it's your turn." I tell her. "Let's not rush it!" This time it was as if she was asking for more, as if she was really trying to understand why Aimee didn't come home with us. So, we talked as best we could in the car about her 'ouchie' heart and ...
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