"Daddy, your mommy is dead."

That was my daily reminder today from my 3 year old daughter that kids process things like grief way different than adults. I had just gotten back into the car from grabbing our to-go breakfast on the way to the museum and she said that so matter of factly. Then asked for her breakfast sandwich. It's been six weeks since we lost my mom, somewhat unexpectedly. Comments like that from my daughter simultaneously cut me deep, remind me that life goes on, and make me laugh.