My youngest child (a boy), died when he was 25 years old. At that time I had only one g.child, a toddler. Since his death a further seven have been born and are growing up (four in their teens and the other four all school age). The first one born after his death was named for him (although the female version of his name).
All my children have photos of him in their homes, and all have talked about to their children about their dead Uncle G.
As we are a family of definite atheists, there has never been anything about heaven, or meeting again, etc. etc.
We talk about his life, and laugh about some of his shortcomings. All the children have grown up knowing that Uncle G is dead, but we all still love his memory very much.
None of them have ever had any sort of problems with this.
Good Morning Thursday 25th April 2024
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