Up With the Man in the Moon

WARNING:  This story is meant to explain the loss of a younger parent to a child.  Please read yourself before reading to a small child to see if it is appropriate.

Several years ago a friend of mine died suddenly from a brain annuerysm.  He was only 29 years-old and he had a young child under four.

His wife couldn't find anything to explain the death of a parent or a younger person. Most stories for kids on the subject of death explained the loss of a grandparent or older relative.  Really there was nothing for this situation that she could find.

With her permission I have written this story based on the events of that day and the aftermath.

The main intent is to initiate a discussion between yourself and a young child and help them to understand on their level, what death is.


Thanks to Jenna and Emily for contributing to this story.

UP WITH THE MAN IN THE MOON

Emily was happily playing at daycare with her Fairytopia Barbie.  It was after lunch and she knew that soon Daddy would come to pick her up.

Her friend Dakota left before her that day, and that was strange.

Soon after that Grandma Janice came to pick her up instead, but she had a sad look on her face.

When Emily got home, she burst in the house and yelled, “Daddy, Daddy…. come out and play with me now!”

Daddy wasn’t home so she played with Grandma a bit.  Grandma kept getting up to talk on the phone and this made Emily mad.  Then she went to bed without her usual story and bath from Mommy and Daddy.

The next day she awoke and went to her parent’s room.  Only Mommy was there and her eyes were all red.  Emily knew something was not right but she thought ‘Where is my Daddy?’

Mommy took her to breakfast and her other grandparents were there too.  They all looked very sad and Grandma Annie was crying, but still no Daddy.  This was all very strange.

Finally Emily got angry as no one was paying attention to her.  She said to Mommy, “I want my Daddy now!  Where is my Daddy?”

Everyone went very quiet and just looked away.

Emily’s mom took her by the hand and into the front room and sat her down on the floor near the couch with her favourite stuffed bunny.

“Emily, your Daddy has gone away.”

“Where did he go?” she said. “When will he be back?”

“He can’t come back,” replied Mommy. “Do you remember Great Grandpa Frank and how he died last year and we don’t see him when we go up to the cottage anymore?”

“Yes kind of.”

“Well something in Daddy’s head didn’t work anymore..... and Daddy died yesterday.”

“But mommy, I thought only old sick people with lots of wrinkles got dead?”

“Sometimes even young people like Daddy die too.  They get into accidents or something in their body doesn’t work right.”

“Well why can’t the doctor just fix it so he can come home?” asked Emily.

“Doctors can’t fix everything even though they try their best.”

“So, after Daddy finishes dying, will he come back?”

“No Emily, when you die your body no longer works.  Daddy can’t use his body anymore,” said mommy.

“Where did he go then?”

“Well lots of different people have ideas of where we go when we die.  Some people think we just kinda go to sleep.  Some people like me think you go to a beautiful place called heaven.”

“Oh I’ve heard of heaven,” said Emily.  “People in heaven just get to play all day and never go to Hydro to work, that’s what Daddy said once.”

“Yes, I bet Daddy is up in heaven right now canoeing on a beautiful lake.”

The next few days were very busy at Emily’s house.  Lots of people were there each day and there were lots of pretty flowers in the house.  Even her friends Griffin and Ariana came to play with her a lot.

Then one day everybody got dressed in very nice clothes and left the house for a while to go to something called a funeral.  Emily got to stay and play with her cousin Erin who was 12.

For the next few days Mommy was home every day and Grandma and Grandpa were there too.  Soon it was just her and Mommy.

One day out of the blue Emily said, “Mommy I want Daddy to come back from heaven now and play with me.  He’s been there too long.”

“Emily, Daddy can’t come back from heaven.”

“Well, I want him to come and play with me right now!” screeched Emily as she began to cry loudly.

Mommy took Emily up to her room and sat here down in the big green chair with her bunny.

 “Look out your window Emily.  What do you see?”

“I see the moon and I see the man in the moon’s face, just like Daddy told me.”

“Yes, that’s the Man in the Moon.  Your daddy is way up there with the Man in the Moon and Great Grandpa Frank”.  Mommy continued, “Daddy can see you from up there and will always look out for you, but it’s too far away for him to come back.”

“Okay, Mommy,” said Emily sadly.

A few weeks went by and Emily was starting to miss her Daddy again.  She missed playing dolls with him and colouring at the kitchen table.  Just before she went to bed that night she looked out her bedroom window and saw a very bright crescent moon.  She could clearly see a big smile on the side of this face.

“Mommy look it, look it, Daddy’s back with the Man in the Moon,” yelled Emily.

Emily took her bunny to the window and held it up.

“Please Daddy can you kiss my bunny good night, just like you always used to do?”

Emily held the bunny up to the window and squealed with delight, “He did it mommy, he did it!”

Emily hugged her bunny tight and went to bed with a smile on her face.

THE END

The Day...The Record Book Died

This is a little story I used to tell my daughters before bed, so I finally decided to put it down in pixels.  Like some of the others I've written lately, this one is pretty well almost exactly as it happened.

Back in the mid-70's, read along record books were all the rage.  CDs were about 10 years away from being invented.  VCRs were a few years from being commerical for home use and computers were the size of your living room.  Oh yeah, we still had a 28" black and white T.V. at the time, but we did have Pong.

NOTE: (Pong was pretty well one of the first home video games from Sears, just in case people under 30 don't get the archaic reference.)

Record Books were as close as you got to reliving a movie that hadn't come to television yet without going to the theatre.  My absolute favourite was Disney's Robin Hood.

I added some references to 1977 stuff, so it might be interesting to those from that era.  Things like the Six Million Dollar Man Doll with the see thru bionic eye.  God I loved that thing

It's just a quick story with no long lasting moral implications, so enjoy. 

I apologize ahead of time for my sense of humour as I am slightly warped, or so my wife says.

THE DAY..... THE Record BOOK.... DIED!!

(Sing the title to the tune of American Pie)

By:  Christopher Mackenzie Glover

The year was 1977. Star Wars was the big hit at the movies. The Toronto Maple Leafs hadn’t won the Stanley Cup in 10 years but were sure to win it again soon.  The Six Million Dollar Man was the best show on television and read-along record books were all the rage in Miss Trull’s kindergarten class.

“Christopherrr, ......don’t forget to bring down your record book for school today,” yelled Chris’ Mom from downstairs.

Chris heard his mother and grabbed his record book from beside the player in his room.  Once a week a person from the Sunset Heights kindergarten class sat at the front of the reading circle and turned the pages to their record book while the story played in the background.  For 5 year-olds this was a big deal before fancy devices like colour TVs, VCRs, home computers and CD players were around.

Chris’ book was Disney’s Robin Hood and next to his Six Million Dollar Man doll with the magnifying bionic eye, it was his most prized possession.  Chris had played it so many times his mother had bought him a big pair of white headphones.  She no longer had to hear about Robin Hood and Little John frolicking in Sherwood Forest twenty times a day.

To make matters even more exciting, the first snow of the season had fallen over night and all the puddles from yesterday’s rain had frozen over.

“Have a good day at school dear,” said Chris’ mom as he raced out the door.  Chris had his handcrafted bright orange plastic Star Wars lunch pail in one hand and his record book in a plastic bag in the other. 

All the way to school he slid over the frozen puddles nearly losing his balance many times.  The final stretch to school was a small hill leading down to the crossing guard.

Chris was running so fast he was nearly airborne as he hit the top of the hill. When his feet hit the ground on the other side they touched nothing but slippery ice and snow.

Chris fell forward and the plastic bag slapped hard against the ground.  His lunch pail came open and his snacks and thermos full of Tang slid and rested to a stop at the feet of Mr. Joe, the school’s gigantic crossing guard.

 Mr. Joe helped Chris to his feet and said, “You need to slow down there young fella or you’ll get hurt.”

Chris just stared at Mr. Joe too scared to talk.  He gathered up his stuff and headed the rest of the way to school.

Once inside the class he ran right up to Miss Trull and handed her the purplish bag with the precious cargo on board.

“Here’s my record book for story time Miss Trull,” said an overly excited Chris.

“Oh, yes thank-you Christopher, “ said the teacher. “Unfortunately we have a special assembly today at story time so you can read your book tomorrow.”

Chris was sad but he understood.

The next day as the clock reached the magical hour of story time, Chris was super-duper exited once again.  However, instead of calling him up, Miss Trull began to read a boring book about cats to the class.

He didn’t know what was happening.  When Miss Trull finished, the bell rang.  Chris was the last one sitting in the circle with his faced buried in hands.  It was the first taste of bitter disappointment in his young life.  It tasted yucky.

Seeing Chris, Miss Trull approached him and said, “I’m sorry Chris, I can see you’re upset.”

“It was supposed to be my turn to do my record book today.”

“I know it was, but when I went to put on your record it was smashed to pieces.  Did you fall on the way to school yesterday?” asked Miss Trull.

Christopher was crushed has he stared at the smashed pieces of cool black plastic.  Suddenly he remembered the great fall just before the crosswalk.  As far as things happening to 5 year-olds, this was almost as bad as the Sunday Night Bugs Bunny Cartoon Hour being cancelled for some stupid news thingy.

When Chris got home he threw the plastic bag with the record book into the garbage.  He was about to say something to his mother when the phone rang.

“Christopher can you go upstairs while I talk on the phone,” asked his mother.

Chris ran upstairs and flung himself on the bed where he began to cry a river of tears.

The next day Chris got up for school and dressed slowly.  He thumped downstairs.  He only played with his Marshmallow Coated Sugar Blobs as he was too sad to eat.

Just as he was about to walk out the door his mom handed him a brown envelope all sealed up.

“Take this to school and give it to Miss Trull as soon as you get there,” instructed his mother.

Chris was sad all day.  During play time he watched ants gather up all the dead bugs from yesterday’s snow storm for their winter food.  It was pretty cool as they tried to jam them down the ant hill, but that didn’t take away his pain.

It was nearing the end of the day and getting close to story time.  All the kids gathered in the reading circle.

“Today children we have a very exciting record book,” began Miss. Trull.  “It’s Disney’s Robin Hood.”

Chris head sunk into his hands.  This was just terrible.  A terrible, terrible thing was happening.  Not only could he not share the wonderful adventures of a cartoon Robin Hood with his class, somebody else was going to do it instead.

“Christopher, can you come up and read your book,” asked Miss Trull.

Chris looked around, there were four other Christopher’s in the class, as it was the most popular boy’s name of the early 1970’s.  Chris Smith and Chris Mitchell were away sick.  Chris Quinn was in the corner as usual with his nose to the wall and Chris Lyons was asleep on the floor.

He lifted his head and his eyes met Miss Trull’s who was pointing right at him. 

It’s me, 'but how he thought to himself,' as he got up slowly and walked toward the big chair.

“But my record was smash........”

“Make sure you give your Mommy a big kiss when you get home tonight,” said Miss Trull as she handed over the brand new Robin Hood Record Book.

Chris took his seat on the big teacher’s chair. He carefully and with precision turned each page as Tinkerbelle’s little bell rang on the record.  If only heaven were as good as this.

THE END