So a little back story here: My husband and I lost his youngest brother at 23 from an unexpected overdose just one month after our first son was born. We had no clue he was using anything other than marijuana recreationally so it rocked the entire family to the core. We were all very close and he may have been the most excited of the entire family to have his first nephew.

Flash forward to this evening. Our oldest son asked my husband “Why don’t I ever get to see Uncle Nick? Why can’t he come see us?” My husband explained to him that he died when he was just a baby. His next question was “well how do people come back after they die?” Which of course we all WISH the possibility was there, but we explained to him that once you die there is no coming back. He’s 5 by the way. This is where his sweet concept of death comes in. “Why can’t Uncle Nick come down from his house on the moon? How did he get to the moon?” We’ve known for a while that he believes his uncle lives on the moon now. He will point to the moon, only in certain phases which is interesting, and say “that’s Uncle Nicks moon.”

Does anyone else’s child have any sweet ways they have viewed the passing on of a loved one? We love that he has so much love for his uncle that he never got to spend enough time with.❤️ This is our last picture of them together their last visit.