Tonight after supper, I sent Helen to the bathtub. I let her soak while I was cleaning the kitchen. Several minutes passed until I checked on her, letting her know I was ready to wash her.
She said, "Mom, I just want to die."
I wasn't sure I heard her correctly, so I asked her to repeat herself.
"Mom, I want to see Quinn again."
I explained that Jesus had a different plan for Quinn than He has for her, that He has something special for her to do here on earth while she is alive, something special for her to learn. "And besides," I told her, "Daddy and I would miss you so much, and we would be so sad if you died."
Her solution? "Then our whole family should die together."