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Will and Joan- What she needed to hear
Parenting is never easy. There are temper tantrums and discipline and watching your child suffer. There is cleaning up after them when they throw up.
As a parent you're left with many questions. There isn't an instruction manual and instruction manuals are questionable at best.
I went outside and saw Joan in tears. She's been that way pretty much since Judith died.
"Come on in sweetie," I said.
"I can't," Joan said, "Dad I lost my friend. She was my best friend."
"I know," I said, "It's raining. Come on in."
I put my arm around her and gently guided her into the house. She allowed it.
"I miss her dad," Joan said.
"I know you do sweetie," I told her, "It's hard. Come on. Let me make you some hot coco."
Tears were pouring from her eyes as heavy as the rain. It made me feel so hopeless. Joan was my first child. Kevin had a different biological father and even though I love Kevin the love I felt for Joan was instant. Kevin was the result of Helen being raped. Joan was the result of pure love
Kevin wheeled himself into the kitchen.
"Hey squirt," he said affectionately.
Joan gave a hint of a smile.
"Hey Wheels," she teased back.
Kevin laughed.
Joan and Kevin talked for a little while. As I made the hot chocolate I saw the relief on Joan's face.
"She's not gone," I said.
Joan and Kevin looked at me like I was crazy.
"Who's not gone," Joan asked.
"I don't believe Judith is gone. I think she's in..."
I cringed at the word.
"Heaven,"
It was an outright lie but one she needed to hear. As a parent you do all sorts of things for your children and sometimes telling them what they need to hear is one of them. Joan just nodded and hugged me.