My great uncle passed away recently. I went to the funeral on Wednesday and I had to take my kids with me. On the way to my mother's house Isaac and I had the following conversation:
Isaac: Are we going to Gammie's house?
Me: Yes, but only for a little while. Then we are going to a funeral. Gammie's uncle died.
Isaac: Gammie's uncle died?
Me: Yes. But do you know where people go when they die? Their body stays here, but their spirit goes to live with Heavenly Father and Jesus.
Isaac (echoing what I had just said): With Jesus.
Me: Yep. We have funerals so that we can say goodbye to the people we love. But we'll see them again when we go to live with Jesus too.
The car was quiet for a minute and then Isaac spoke these words, "He fell down and Jesus picked him up."
I was very touched at these words and in awe of the comprehension of my little 3 year old. I'm grateful that I didn't make up an explanation for death, such as "he's sleeping" or "gone bye-bye". I am glad that I could tell him what happens to the spirits of those who leave this life. I'm thankful to have that knowledge and that I can pass on my testimony of Jesus Christ and the Great Plan of Happiness to my children and others.