The kids knew we were driving back to Chicago to see Aunt Robin because she had pancreatic cancer, because we weren't sure how she'd be feeling when we were there this summer. The kids adore her so much, we wanted them to have a lot of time with her when she was still feeling well.
He also told Robin, "My dad cried about you dying." And: "We planned this trip just to see you." All things I might have advised him not to say, but you know what? He was right. Those things should be said to someone we love.
And that in my complicated lessons to him about integrity - speaking truth, but then other times watering it down - he had to say what he felt.
I think that honesty was probably more refreshing for Robin than things we could have said to her. Children's purity is pretty profound.