Life

My best friend Heather is now 6 months pregnant. Time is going by so quickly. I remember her first pregnancy with my God Daughter. She's now 12. I have thought from time to time about bringing her to class with me. But sometimes our conversations are not very appropriate for her age. So I decided against it. I wouldn't want anyone to curb their thoughts and I don't want to put her in that situation. Like when we discussed the end of the world. I would like for her idea of life to stay a little more innocent right now. She has already lost so much. Her Father died when she was only 2 years old. Then her Grandfather who became her father figure died 2 years ago. Plus the countless hamsters and fish she has lost. haha.
She's a tough little girl, I can tell you that. I remember when she was only 2. When her father died. Her beautiful, sweet, innocent little face asking me, "Aunt Connie, why did my daddys body stop working". My God. I'll never forget that moment. And I feel a mixture of anger and sadness when I remember that day. Her father died of a drug overdose. This is a fact she learned only about a year ago. We use to tell her that sometimes peoples bodies stop working for lots of reasons. And they go to heaven when they die. Now she knows the cold reality of his death. In her mind. Her Daddy was a hero. He was sweet and kind and loving. I hope she always remembers him that way.