“I know you miss him,” Ruby said softly, “but Cindy doesn’t understand. She’s just a little girl, and this is confusing for her.”
They spent hours reminiscing about Ruby’s father, sharing memories over coffee and donuts. Ruby suggested her mom gently explain things to Cindy, so she wouldn’t be afraid.
Her mom agreed, understanding that while remembering her husband brought comfort, Cindy wasn’t old enough to grasp it. In the weeks that followed, Ruby’s mom spoke openly to Cindy, helping her understand that Grandpa William wasn’t a ghost or an imaginary friend, but a cherished memory. She even started seeing a therapist to help process her grief.
Her mood brightened, and she returned to painting—a hobby she and Cindy enjoyed together. As a family, they found a path to healing. Ruby’s mom continued to talk to her father, but in private, and together, they began moving forward stronger than before.
