R.I.P. Frankie

Yesterday Lewis (age 6) found a dead bird behind a tree and showed it to the older girls and me. The girls named him Frankie after one of the maintenance guys at Lighthouse (named Frank) and decided that we needed to have a funeral for him. Annah, Hope, Dineo, Lewis, Mary, and I all gathered around Frankie as I said a few nice things about him to commemorate his short bird life.

I ran to the office to finish up the project I had been working on, and when I came back outside, the girls told me they had buried Frankie. My first thought was, "Eww, you touched the dead bird?" But it turned out they had just covered him with leaves and sand from the sandbox. Then they had picked some flowers from around the property and laid them on his grave. It was so cute.

Mary

Lewis asked me a little later if Frankie was just sleeping. I explained to him that he might look like he's sleeping, but he actually died and went to heaven to be with Jesus. Lewis wrinkled up his face and informed me that birds can't go to heaven. When I asked him why not, he told me that birds don't believe in Jesus so they can't go to heaven. Such a wise little boy.