On one of our walks in the neighborhood this summer, we encountered a dead bird and two dead bugs. Audrey told Eric, "we had a really sad walk today," later that evening. She was struck with the concept that the bird would never sing again and the bugs would never fly again. We had some great conversations about life and death. To ease her sadness, we held a funeral and burial for them. We made a cross with sticks tied together with reeds. She visited the site in our yard frequently afterwards to check on them.
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