Are you going to get dead?

That’s what my son asked his Papa tonight. We haven’t talked about his friend’s condition yet, so I’m guessing it’s more a reflexion of the conversation we recently had about his great-grand-uncle’s death. Oh, and also of the fact he woke up with the baby at 5:30 and refused to go back to sleep. But he was weeping a bit and it led to a long conversation about how even young people can die, but we do everything we can do to stay healthy and safe, and the important thing is to have a great life while we can. Hard, in the context. We felt like there was a big elephant in the room. I wonder if he picked up some vibes from all the conversations we’ve had behind his back since Tuesday…

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