My husband died suddenly when my son was 5 years old.
The next day, I sat him down to tell him that daddy had died. I had to speak calmly, almost like it was just a fact, because I didn’t want him to cry. I thought he was too young to have his heart broken like that.
He listened quietly. Then he looked at me and said, “Mommy, I want a new heart. This one hurts.
