My four year old daughter just gave a lovely little speech. We were talking about how her middle name, Constance, was her deceased grandmother's name and she said:
I figured out that when people die, they still live inside you. And you can talk to them because they live inside your body, so I can still talk to Nannie.
After her grandmother died in the fall of 2005, when we were leaving the funeral home following the funeral, she said:
I have an idea. Why don't we go to Disneyland and get daddy a new mother?
Luckily, when we took her to Disney last summer, she didn't remember to shop for a new grandmother.
Photo: Elizabeth with her grandmother, September 2005.