When I worked as a counsellor in a hospice, I came across a brilliant book for explaining death to young children. It talked about (and I can’t remember the exact name, though someone out there might be able to help me) a particular creature which started as a bug in the water but, when it matures, it flies from the water to find a new life. Once it has done this, it can’t come back into the water but we know that it has grown up and gone on to another place. It was such a beautiful story, better if I knew what creature I was talking about, though. A dragonfly or something, maybe? Yes, I’ve just googled it. The larvae turn into dragonflies, then leave the water, in their majesty of colours, so it can be a pretty story and not a one to be afraid to tell.