"Is that Grandpa?" a four-year-old wondered.

"No, honey," her mother told her. "He's not here anymore. That's just his body."

She worked at this, how the arms that held her and the lap she sat in were no longer him.

"You know how when we go to Florida, we leave our winter coats at home because we won't need them there? Well, he just left this behind because he doesn't need it anymore." And this appeared to make perfect sense to her, and she went to play, full of love and certainty.