>> Sunday, August 31, 2008
Not that long ago, my daughters and I had a conversation about the possibility of death. The other day, the subject came up again.
They were begging me to leave them at home while I quickly drove to The Little Village a mile away to pick up some milk and the mail. They were just going to play outside and they'd be fine while I was gone.
While it's tempting, I told them that I just didn't really feel comfortable doing that because, what if something happened to them while I was gone? Who would take care of them and make them feel better ~ or worse, rush them to the hospital if necessary?
"Or what if something happened to mommy while she was gone?" I asked. "Like a car accident or something like that. What would you girls do then? (blank stares) You see why I don't think it's a good idea?"
The girls gradually nod in understanding. And then Peanut voices her concern,
Eating leftovers. That's their biggest fear if I die.
Ahhh, it's wonderful to feel so valuable.