might be dead. I was hungry but there was no dinner.
When you woke up your face was read and blotchy and you cried. I don’t know why you cried.
Perhaps it was because you were ill.
We had pizza for dinner today and you said I shouldn’t tell Dad you were ill. Otherwise he’d be worried.
I didn’t tell Dad.
Your son
Joe
Dear Mum,
I don’t know why you are dead. Why was it my mum who got knocked over and killed in a car park?
There are lots of bad people; dictators, murderers, terrorists – who are all alive. So why are you dead? You weren’t a bad person.
Sometimes you did do bad things.
I didn’t like it when you forgot to pick me up from school. That was a bad thing.
But mainly you did good things.
Like making me hot chocolate and helping me to stay calm when I was upset.
That was good. You were a good person.
So why are you dead, and all the bad people are still alive?
That isn’t right.
Your son
Joe
Dear Mum,
Venus was very bright this morning when I got up. I told Dad it was you, but I don’t think he understood me. I don’t think Dad always understands me very well. Not the way you did. But he tries. So that’s good.
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