Having my young nephews over for the afternoon has been true therapy today. My heart is happy in an environment that involves toys strewn about the floor, the childhood thrill of a brand new movie and popcorn spilled all over the couch. Many people have seemed surprised that I don't mind other kids playing with Aziza's toys. There are some that remain on her bookcase that are not for sharing, but most of her toys I am happy to seen used in our home by others. I take comfort in the joy that they bring to young family and friends. Interestingly, the children have no hesitations about playing with Aziza's toys - they start pulling them out as soon as their shoes are off. Today Aziza's bristle blocks, Mr. Potatohead and farm set was well loved by my nephews. I also love the innocent and straightforward questions that come from the mouths of youngsters as thoughts pass through their heads. My nephew was thrilled to sit in Aziza's carseat today and busied himself asking me many questions about her. I find it touching that while almost no one else would come straight out and ask me, today my four-year-old nephew casually asked me "how did Aziza die?" as I was buckling him in the car. I told him simply that she became very sick in her tummy. He responded, "Oh yeah ... I already knew that because my Mommy told me". When speaking with young children the conversations about Aziza are so natural and comfortable. I love that they are not afraid to speak about her with me. Adults could certainly learn a whole lot in this area from these sweet, uninhibited children.