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By Raquel Sanchez
“She looked like an ordinary woman, but inside beat the heart of a tightrope walker.” Imagine you are told your grandmother, whom you love dearly, is gone because she joined the circus to walk the tightrope. What kind of imagery does this concoct? A childlike mind might envision clowns and acrobats, cotton candy, and ice-cream cones or the wonder of that grandmother in a sparkly dress, carrying a pink umbrella while walking a tightrope. How could my grandma pass up on such a grand opportunity? But in the midst of these visions, the following thought might also emerge: How can grandma just leave me behind?
Death is a delicate topic for adults to confront, but how is it shared with children? When a pet dies, how often have we heard parents tell their children, “Oh Miffy ran away,” or “Goldie left for the pet farm…
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