Mom, look at all those statues over there. That musta taken a long time to make all those statues.
That’s a graveyard, Hudson. Those are grave markers.
What’s a graveyard?
It’s where they bury bodies after people die.
Mom, how do they fit big guy bodies under the grave?
Mom, are those big guys heavy when they are dead or are they lighter? (at this point I think he was trying to reconcile how he knows that when we die and our hearts go to heaven that God gives us a new body….)
They have family members carry the boxes together so they aren’t so heavy, bud.
Ok, but would you carry me?
I don’t want to think about that at all. I love you too much.
What if I die?
I am hoping Jesus comes to get us before that happens.
But what if I die before that…will you carry my box?
Not thinking about it, Hudson. My heart would break in a million pieces because I love you too much.
Mom, if you died, my heart would break in a million pieces too. (a few seconds pass….) Will I get to live with you and daddy in heaven?
If not with us, surely in the same neighborhood and on the same street!
Mom, how do they get ink in feathers to write with?