Telling Chloe about Lolo Sonny

So after we got a call last night that Uncle Sonny had died, I thought I would go ahead and tell Chloe. The conversation went a little something like this:


Mommy: Chloe, you know we won't be seeing Lolo Sonny anymore. He died, baby.


Chloe: He died? Where did he go?


Mommy: Well, he went to heaven, baby.


(Fifteen minutes later)


Chloe: Mommy, did you shoot Lolo Sonny?


Mommy: Huh? No I did not shoot him, Chloe. He went to sleep and won't be waking up anymore.


Chloe: It's ok, Mommy. We'll see him tomorrow at Frisco.


Mommy: Well, maybe you might, Chloe. I don't think I'll be seeing him tomorrow. But if you see him, say Hi, ok and tell him we miss him.


Chloe: And I'll kiss him because he's so cute, cute, cute. (Pauses to think) Mommy, last year I don't like to kiss Lolo Sonny, but now I like to kiss him.


(An hour later)


Chloe: Why are you sad, Mommy? Is it because Nanay make you cry?


Mommy: Well, no not this time, baby. Remember I told you no more Lolo Sonny?


Chloe: You cry because he's dead na?


This morning, I tell her that we'll be seeing Lolo Sonny this evening, but he'll be sleeping in a box.


Chloe: Why is he in a box Mommy? Can I go inside with him?


Mommy: Er, no. He's in the box and you can't wake him up anymore. He's dead, baby.


We're bringing her to the wake tonight. I don't think she'll be scared because I doubt she really understands what's going on. I'm sure there will be more fun stuff to hear her say. Lolo Sonny would've been proud.