Yesterday Josh and I were driving and there was an interview on the radio about a guy whose wife had died. So I asked Josh what he would do if I died.
He didn't even have to think about it.
"I would move to the Hood River Valley and work in an orchard. I'd become a recluse."
"What about Jonah?" I ask.
"Yeah, that would kind of stink for him."
"Maybe I'd become a missionary someplace far away. He could come."
It's nice to feel loved, but I think I better not die.