This is Eli

A blog about Eli. A blog about survival – and by that, I mean life!

Now and again I fall into a bloggin’ rut.

I’ve got a zillion ideas but lack time, motivation or both.

It’s all good. Laila’s brought me back today.

She often chimes in with her back-seat musings as I drop her off and pick her up from school, like, this morning, out of nowhere:

“Ms. Shannon died. Why did she die?”

(That’s her dance teacher. I wrote a story about her quest to put on a spring dance review -Laila’s review-in light of a bad cancer diagnosis)

Me: Laila, she had cancer. Sometimes people get cancer and die.

Laila: But what if THE WHOLE WORLD DIED?

Me: Well, everybody who is born will die someday, sweetie. That’s why we have to live the best life we can in the short time we have here. But…I guess if everyone died at once that would be…something.

Laila: Are you and Daddy going to die?

Me: Some day, yes. You don’t need to worry about that, though.

Laila: But what happens to me if you and Daddy die?

Me: Then you would go live with aunties and uncles sweetie.


Me: Someone would come and get you.

Laila: But after you’re deaded, would you call them so they’d come and get me?

Me: Yes, sure, baby.

Her journey to the mystery of the great beyond actually started over the weekend when we went to a pal’s birthday party. Our little friend calls her grandma “Gigi.” It’s the same thing the grandkids called my mom.

At the party, Laila’s little people friends called their Gigi by her name, and Laila said out of nowhere “I wish my Gigi were here” in a sad sap sort of way.

My mom died when Laila was six months old, so she only knows her through stories and pics.

But yes, we all miss the Geedge this time of year, because this time of year, five years ago, dumb cancer took *her* away, though it never dented her spunk, barely even bruised it.

What can you do but drink a Diet Dr. Pepper ala Geedge — or maybe a chai or maybe a glass of wine — have some laughs and give your loved ones a good squeeze?

Let’s all have a grand old time while we’re here, shall we?

Thank you, Laila, for your sense of wonder about what comes next, on the way to school and before 8 a.m., no less.  It all made me think of my mom, which made me smile, which made my day.

My mom and my daughter, Laila.

My mom and my daughter, Laila.


One thought on “Laila’s morbid logic

  1. Kathy Hatfield says:

    Such a special moment. Lots more to come. Glad you write this blog for memories.


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