I’m posting from my iPhone. We’re at Sugar Hill’s ice skating rink, which is across the street from the cemetery where my daddy is buried. Max was insistent on visiting Daddy’s grave. The poor little fellow got down on his knees where he thought Grandpa’s head was and told him he hopes to see him sometime.
As we left, Max inquired about Santa’s delivering presents in Heaven. I told him I didn’t know, that maybe every day is Christmas up there. Max said he hopes they get presents in Heaven and that he hopes his grandpa gets the most.
Heavy stuff.