Lost

Several weeks ago, I was sitting in the car at a stop light. All the kids were loaded in behind me. Henry was gazing out across the street considering a cemetary. "What are all those statues and flowers for Mom?" I thought about my answer. He's only six, so I tried not to be overly morbid. "People put those things there to remember moms, dads, brothers, sisters, and even kids whom they've lost." "Ohhh." This moment became just one of many lost moments in my memory....until yesterday. Yesterday, as I was waking up I found Henry's face precicely three inches in front of mine. Then he whispered heavily, "Remember mom, if you lose me, you can always put flowers and statues in that garden for me. But I will stick close to you and dad and I won't get lost."