My father recently passed from a battle with Lymphoma cancer. My daughter Addi and him were so close. She just turned 3. She understand he's in Heaven with Jesus and that he's not in pain anymore. But she still talks about him everyday like he's in the present.
The other day her daddy put up a new pink ceiling fan with butterflies. She loves it. She was laying on the floor watching it no one else in there and I was in the hall and heard her say outloud, "Pops I got a new fan." The next day I was tucking her in. She went to kiss her picture of him and her goodnight. I reached out to put it back and she said, "No, I have to tell him something. Pops, I pee-peed and pooped in the potty."
We can learn so much from our innocent children.