Today you asked me about death. Specifically when you were going to die. It was not a conversation I was prepared to have. You’re only four. You asked me what happens after you die and I told you I don’t know. The main thing I told you was to live everyday like it’s your last and to love. As long as you love you will not have to worry about death or what happens after. At that point it will not matter. You held my hand and fell asleep.