If you've been following my sitch, you know I had several of my grandsons this weekend. The oldest, Ethan, is 9 years old. While the younger ones have almost quit asking entirely, Ethan is suffering over where his Papa is.
After his little brother went to bed one night, he asked, "Where did Papa go and why?" I really didn't have a good answer for him. My H always acted like the sun rose and set in Ethan, now he's just disappeared from all their lives.
I've tried to set it aside, but, it's really weighing on my thoughts this evening. He's certainly old enough to be told at least some variation of the truth, but what? How?
