About two days after the picture of Tanner with the baby chicken, we sadly watched the chicken pass away. It was clearly sick as couldn't stand anymore and became worse and worse as the day progressed. Tanner was so terribly sad, and it was heartbreaking to see him so upset. Jon had to explain that the chicken wouldn't rise again (like Jesus) and told him the chick went to heaven (I know, not necessarily theologically sound but, it made us all feel better :)). The following day we buried the baby chick and put up a cross and had a memorial service (a common occurrence for me when I was young with the many animals/insects I would try unsuccessfully to save).
Two days later we were in church and Tanner saw the sign heaven. He then looked at us and said the chicken died, went to heaven, woke up, stood up and was not sick!! This brought tears to my eyes at his amazing comprehension of heaven! What a joy to see him experience the sadness of death, yet the completeness of what heaven will be! It's a reassuring, heartwrenching, joyful feeling realizing what Tanner knows of heaven.
We'll try to update soon after we return from Michigan.