A world where Momma's die

I struggled with whether or not to share this. I don't wish to use this blog to exploit my children in anyway. Though this is personal, I wish to share, maybe someone needs to be reminded of this reality for MILLIONS of children.
Simon said he had a memory of the day his Mother died. He talked with Grace about it and she said it was true. The day their sweet Mother was buried a young Grace threw dirt over her Momma's grave, wept and said to her dead mother "I will come and eat lunch with you tomorrow." She told me Mercy was 11 months old and she remembers slapping her that day too. She said "Me don't know why me (then she acted out slapping her)." She said Simon played outside that day in his underwear.
I left the room after this conversation and cried. Millions of little girls throw dirt on their Mothers graves each day. Millions.
The greatest thing I will ever accomplish in this life is the drying of those tears.