I was so proud of her. When we got to the church for the viewing/funeral, she at first insisted that she did not want to see the body. I supported her decision, and DH and I figured out how she could best get into the church without being too near the casket. But as we got close to the door, she told me, "Mom, I think I want to see that." So I let her lead. As she got close to the casket, she was joined by another little girl, and the 2 of them stood there studying Grampa Doc for several minutes. Then my mother-in-law walked up, lovingly fluffed his hair a bit, adjusted his glasses, and patted his chest, saying, "that's my guy." And THEN, my daughter who had panicked at the idea of seeing a dead person, reached up and patted his hand. (I tear up just thinking about that!) Children are so amazing.
In the midst of all that overload, I DID stitch....because I need something to do on those airplanes. :)
(A little Ink Circles freebie, I think it will work as another jewelry box top when it is finished.)