MIL's funeral was yesterday. At the funeral home, seeing great-grandma in the coffin, Katie finally "gets it." This is the first experience she's had with death, so trying to explain it to her just wasn't working. She finally understood that great-grandma was dead and what that meant and starting crying. She cried for a few minutes and then started playing with her little cousins again. Then at the graveside, she (and her 5-year-old cousin John) was curious about the hole in the ground under the coffin, so we talked about that and how great-grandma would be lowered into it and the hole filled in. She and John wanted to stay and watch, which of course we did not. Katie was okay until we actually got in the car and started to leave. Then she said "we're leaving her here?! I'm never ever going to see her again!" and started crying. That was the hardest part of the whole day for me.