Where the Red Fern Grows

The kids and I had a little meltdown tonight. We watched
"Where the Red Fern Grows" which probably wasn't a great show for Carson at age 7 and Chelsea at age almost 5. Tears started flowing at the end of the show. My kids are so sensitive. After the talk of the dogs dying it evolved into talking about Grandma Carver. Chelsea lost it and talked about missing her. She said that she remembers her sewing and jumping on the trampoline with them. I explained to her that Grandma is really happy now and that she can probably curl her long, dark hair and she is laughing because she feels so good. Chelseas reply was, "I don't want her to be in heaven, I want her to be at her house with Grandpa." I couldn't hold back the tears to that one and we just held eachother and cried. She told me that she wanted a picture of Grandma sewing her quilt to have in her bedroom. Why didn't I think of that? I have been too focused on me that I don't even realize that my kids are sad too.
After the movie Chelsea said "I don't want both of my Grandmas to die. Children are so tender and to the point. They say it exactly how it is. They say all the things that adults think but just don't say.