Driving home and the little man pops up with he wishes Papa didn't die. I agreed with him and then he again asked why. And as we get older we get better explanations. So I told him Papa drank too much alcohol and his liver couldn't process it and it quit working. Then we talked about what the liver does. His next response is that he wishes he would have told Papa not to drink so his liver would keep working. Oh little man. If only it would have been that easy.
Some days my heart breaks harder than other days.
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