I suppose it was easier to say goodbye this time. I am no longer pregnant and he didn’t die as traumatically as last time. But wouldn’t you know it? The kids very rarely stop to look at the fish, but the night we got home from CA, they noticed that Midnight Blue was no longer swimming in his bowl. Joshua immediately started crying.
So we agreed to have a funeral for our beloved fish because Joshua did not like the idea of flushing him down the toilet.
Joshua made up a song and required all of us to sing so he wouldn’t be embarrassed. The words were simple. “Goodbye Midnight Blue. I love you.” And we only sang (said) it once.
Madison was well behaved during the ceremony.
For most of our kids, this is their first experience dealing with death. I was afraid it might be a bit hard for Patrick, considering he lost his brother and didn’t get to attend the funeral. (He was so young). Even if it was just a fish, would this 10 minute “funeral” get him to thinking about his brother? No. I don’t think he did. Patrick never mentioned his brother as he stayed busy trying to make Midnight Blue a cross with a couple of sticks from the yard.
As silly as it may seem to have a funeral for a fish, the kids were able to say goodbye and let him go. Who would have thought this would have been so important to a kid? But it was. They all wanted to be there, even 14 year old Dwight. I think they all appreciated the moment we shared as a family, saying goodbye to a pet, and then moving on to enjoy a beautiful Saturday afternoon in the sun.