Yes, the questions about death continue to come. They seem to rest dormant in Abigail's head. Then, all of a sudden, they reappear in moments of high emotion.
We were having fun recently, tickling and telling jokes. Abigail was laughing hysterically, and really enjoying the physical high one gets from being tickled. She said to me, as she often does, 'I love you more than anything.' Then she quickly added, as she is wont to do since seeing the decomposed mouse, 'I don't want you to die.'
But as she was saying it this time, she was looking at my face, with my standard pair of glasses and then she queried, 'Do you get buried with your glasses?' Then she quickly scanned my body, seeing rings and things, and asked about jewelry and such. I mentioned to her that my jewelry would belong to her and her sisters when I died; that I would make sure they each got some of the different pieces I have, some of which have been handed down to me by both sides of their family. That was intriguing for her. But she reiterated when I told her I would not be buried with my glasses that she didn't want me to die (jewelry inheritance notwithstanding apparently!).
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