I have a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old and I recently lost a good friend. I wrote a children’s book about losing a loved one from the perspective of a 5-year-old. I tried to keep the story simple and use language that a child can understand. I didn’t want to give specific details so it applies to any scenario, but I also wanted to communicate how things would be different now. I did this by talking about being sad and how the new way of talking to our loved ones is with our hearts.
The little boy in the story is my own 5-year-old. I used illustrations to show real scenes that have happened since my friend’s passing. The little boy talks to his uncle in the story during walks because my friend and I used to take walks together. I used images of clouds and a desert to symbolize how big, empty, and confusing everything can be. I tried to tell the story as much with the words as with the photos.
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Dedicated to my friend, Frank. I can hear his signature “sigh” knowing I wrote a story for him and I can hear him saying, “You’ll be ok”, like he always did.
It was the last day of summer.
It was a beautiful and sunny day.
But something was wrong.
My mom and dad were crying.
My mom said, my uncle died.
Things are different now.
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I have a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old and I recently lost a good friend. I wrote a children’s book about losing a loved one from the perspective of a 5-year-old. I tried to keep the story simple and use language that a child can understand. I didn’t want to give specific details so it applies to any scenario, but I also wanted to communicate how things would be different now. I did this by talking about being sad and how the new way of talking to our loved ones is with our hearts.
The little boy in the story is my own 5-year-old. I used illustrations to show real scenes that have happened since my friend’s passing. The little boy talks to his uncle in the story during walks because my friend and I used to take walks together. I used images of clouds and a desert to symbolize how big, empty, and confusing everything can be. I tried to tell the story as much with the words as with the photos.
Photo Credit: storyjumper.com
Dedicated to my friend, Frank. I can hear his signature “sigh” knowing I wrote a story for him and I can hear him saying, “You’ll be ok”, like he always did.
It was the last day of summer.
It was a beautiful and sunny day.
But something was wrong.
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