Henry came down running from the second floor with tears in his eyes and runs to me. He hugs me so tight and he tells me, “I don’t want you to die. Me and my brother don’t want to live without you.”
As much as I am wondering what triggered this, I assured Henry that no one really dies but just transforms and its the soul that decides to leave its physical body and it could decide anytime….Yes, I know that was a tough explanation for a little boy who, because of his diganosis, interprets things very literally. But he took really well and leaves with a thought, “so we’ll see each other in Heaven?”….. 
That wasn’t the end of it….
For days on end, he asked about Death. How? when? who? what next? yada yada yada…
One night, he tells me that his “God teacher” (actually it’s Cathechism class) told him, that if he wants to go to Heaven, all he had to do was place his hand over heart. “Really?” I said, not passing any judgement on his teacher, and then I just closed my eyes and laid down. About 20 seconds later, Henry comes up to me and asks, “Mommy, how long do I have to keep my hand over my chest?”….I’d like to throw that question back to his “God teacher.” LOL
