We've had many conversations about cancer, death, and dying over the last three months. You were inquisitive and wanted to know everything, right down to the details of the casket. When we talked about the funeral, we told you that it was your choice to attend or not. You thought about it for a few days and then decided you wanted to attend. You also asked if you could speak, because you had something that Nana's friends needed to know. We sat down and you typed out your tribute to her. It took a long time, but you wanted to do it yourself. Mr. Boy, I was so proud of you, standing up and speaking to a very large group with a clear strong voice. You are such a good public speaker.
We joke that you will be President of the United States someday, because you are such a born leader and incredibly strong willed. You just might actually do it, since you have such a natural ability to speak and a strong desire to "address the masses".
I am grateful to be your mom and hope I can be a great mom to you, and raise you with the same kind of confidence my mother gave me.
Much Love, Mom
Good Morning, my name is Mr. Boy I am Nana's Grandson. I’m very sad that my Nana has passed away. I love her very much.
I know that most of you are sad too and will miss her like I do.* I want to tell you that I know she is in Heaven now. I know that she is not sick anymore. I bet she is very happy to be in heaven where she can run, swim, and dance again. I also know Nana is with her mom and dad, her favorite aunt and her cat. Heaven is a happy place and it makes me happy to think of there.
* At this point, his voice trembled and lip quivered. In true Mr. Boy fashion, he took a deep breath and carried on. I love this kid.