You Could Get Hit By a Car

I took my eldest son, Matt, out for breakfast this morning. It was nice to get out and spend some time with just him. While we were driving home he shared that he was worried that I might die. I reminded him that I take care of myself. I eat well, exercise, and I plan to live a long time. (This is what his grief counsellor told me to say if this ever came up.) His response,

"You could get hit by a car."

Grrr....I just hate that my children don't have the same security that others do. They live with the fear that their remaining parent may die.

Later at bed time he told me that he feels like he misses Dave more than anyone else. He hates that his dad will never get to see him grow up, and he feels badly that he didn't spend more time with his dad. I reminded him how he and his dad used to play football in the basement. We talked about how they used to play David & Goliath. (Our own family game.) I shared with him how Dave used to hold him for hours bouncing him as a baby in an attempt to get him to fall asleep. I want him to remember the good times he had with his father and know that his dad loved him very much.