“Mommy, he doesn’t have much time left to live. We have to go see him.” There were tears streaming down her face.
“Who are you talking about?”
“Mommy, it is Uncle J. He is getting really sick and we need to go see him soon. I think we really need to go within the next two weeks.”
“Sure honey, don’t cry. We will go and see Uncle J. I am sure we can do that sometime very soon. Try not to worry.” And with that, the conversation was forgotten, at least by me.
A week went by and I was taking Bridget to school. I n the car on the way there the request came again. “Mommy, when are you going to take me? I have to see him. He doesn’t have that much time left and I want to see him. I will even miss a day of school to go.”
This time I was paying closer attention. My husband had just talked to his sister who was told that they should get her husband’s affairs in order. All of a sudden, time was running out. This request which seemed out in left field at first was actually making sense.
“You are right Bridget. We do need to see Uncle J. He is getting sicker each day so we will make plans to see him soon.”
I am not sure about this trip to see a dying uncle for my seven year old. On the one hand I think it is very brave, courageous and mature of her to want to see him but I also wonder if it will be too traumatic. She has experienced the fear of losing a parent first hand only the outcome was different. How will she really react to seeing a man who has lost fifty pounds and is grasping on to every bit of his life? I don’t know.
We called to schedule a trip in spite of my fears only to find out that this weekend is not a good one. So we will wait and see. I just hope that we don’t wait too long.