Believe me, the blame and head-shaking are rampant here in 3-D as well. But I'm just trying hard here at school to help the kids deal with their confusion and grief, on top of the flooding that has turned many of their lives upside-down. The funeral was today; I volunteered to stay with the little boy's class so his teacher could go. We talked, we sang, we read "Green Eggs and Ham" (another boy's request) and discovered we could laugh, too. They just came in from recess, and they're about to learn that life returns to normal when it needs to.
I don't think these little 6 year olds will get it for a long time that he's not coming back.
Thanks for the love and sympathy and PMs. I do appreciate it.