Last week. Elliot age 5. Daddy age 53.
Elliot and I were in bed. He asked me what he will see when he is buried underground after he dies. He asked me what it is like when you are dead. He’s asked me these things again, since then.
He asked me how I will be buried. When I told him that I want to be buried the Jewish way, he said he wants that, too. Then he asked if we could be buried together. He wants to “lay keppe” on my chest. He wants our legs to be entangled — just like they were in that moment in bed.
Of course I told him yes yes yes. And I would love that.
It was a very sweet conversation that I cherished. It can be interpreted morbidly, but I choose to interpret it as sincere love and affection for each other.
