grave

At the graveyard beside his Uncle Eric's grave:

~Did he die here Mummy?

~When’s he going to be alive again?

~Mummy, I don’t think he’s really dead. He just hurt his hand and the doctor is going to make him better.

~When did he die?

~How?

~When are you going to die, Daddy?

~Will you wait until I’m a big man? And then wait until you’re really old and I’m really old before you die?

~You know Mummy, sometimes babies die. My friend T. told me that.

~Mummy, tell me about all the people here who died.