Don’t worry, you’ll find someone to take you to the park.
Better to be truth on this. Kids are a lot savvier that we give them credit
It’s a comic. NOBODY dies in a comic strip, except for Dick Tracy’s strip.
Being raised by my grandparents on a farm, death was presented as a natural part of life. It was never covered up, euphmised, made mystical, or denied. Grieving was part of life as well. I find it was a very healthy way to grow up, and when my granddad (my de facto dad) had a heart attack, the possibility of his death made me cherish him more, which was a lesson I needed as a teen.
Very hard to think about for yourself, much less explain it to kids. One of those – try to prepare for the worse, but hope with everything you have for the best.
So, did he have a blood clot in the lung? Was that almost fatal? What is the prognosis & the actual disease? When is he going home? Does he have to be on blood thinners for the rest of his life? the actual details were kind of skipped over in this arc.
I have to say, my mother, who died when I was 10, was sick for a good part of my childhood. The worst part was knowing SOMEthing was wrong but not what. By the time my father finally told me how sick she was I was practically numb. I wish he had found words to let me know that she was sick but they were fighting it. Could NOT have been worse, and we each wouldn’t have been alone in the pain.
I mentioned that might be Toby’s first question yesterday in a comment. Lazy? Yes. Stupid? No.
When my oldest was about Toby’s age, she asked me for straight-up answers about my lupus. Was I going to die? I could. I wasn’t intending on it. She then demanded reassurance that I was going to live as long as my 96-year-old grandmother, and as gently as I could I told her that there are no guarantees for anybody. The end result is, her grades tanked and she fell apart because she came away from that conversation sure I was going to drop dead any second, no matter how hard I’d tried to be realistic but also reassuring. She’s 36 now and has a biology PhD, so clearly she recovered from all that, but it was rough for awhile there. …And I’m still here. Doing fine. Long live Greg Cravens!
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