Lessons about dying are hard at any age, for anyone, anything. Recently while on vacation, we received word that our son’s fish, Fishy, passed away. For a fish that he remembered to feed once in a blue moon, Fishy sure received the water works. After a good half hour of consoling and talking about the people and animals that Fishy will meet in heaven, we were able to get M to calm down, somewhat. As a memory keeper of Fishy, M scoured Lake Huron’s rocky shoreline for the perfect tombstone to take home. Days later and a few hundred miles, M hopped out of the car and hunted for his art kit. Half an hour later, Fishy’s memento was complete. When asked where he would like to put the stone, M replied by the koi pond and by Bella’s stone. Side note: Two years ago we had to put our beloved first “child” Bella, down. We honor her importance in our lives with a stone by the koi and froggy pond. Boy would she have loved that pond! M knew that Fishy would love to be by its fish cousins and Bella. I learned something that day. Death is hard, but with someone to watch over us, it can be easier. Not easy, no, but perhaps at least it can calm the heart.