Thursday, December 11, 2008

Introducing My Daughter, The Philosopher

On the drive to school this morning, Sophie mentioned the late Mona, our wonderful, nutjobby black Lab who died in July. Sophie's been thinking a lot about her lately, which has included a fair amount of crying, and I guess which is expected when you're figuring out what death is for the first time. And now that it seems most of the grief has passed for young Sophie, she's been contemplating the concept of loss.

"We used to have a different car, right?" Sophie asked, after confirming that Mona was never coming home from the vet. "The black one." It's true. At about the same time we lost Mona to some sort of brain injury or disease, we bought a new car and sold our old car, a black Subaru.

"Right," I said. "And now we have this car."
She was quiet for a few blocks and then said, "We have two things missing. One from our family and one from the garage."
I asked her, "Are you sure you're four?"


Laura Benedict said...

Poor little dear. Have you framed a picture of the two of them together for her? It will help her remember when she's a little older. Bengal still talks about TJ, our German Shepherd, whom we lost four years ago. It really was like losing a big part of our family.

Anonymous said...

Isn't it incredible, though? They say these things and you just want to get down on your knees and thank the ---- for giving you this blessing--an intelligent, observant child who is not afraid to be in that moment and express herself so deeply. Funny how so many great conversations happen in the car now. It's the new kitchen table.

bestnonfiction said...

I loved this so much. I always find myself wishing that we didn't lose that special way of looking at things as we grow older. What a smart little lady you have!