We saw a wreck on the way home. At bedtime Ashley said: Daddy, I pray you don’t get in a wreck. I would be so sad and lonesome, and I would cry every day for two months, and then I would die too – cause that happens you know. People die from loneliness.
Dave: You would maybe be sad but you wouldn’t be alone and I wouldn’t want you to die so young and miss out on your life. I would feel bad because it would kind of be my fault if you died too. Then I would be the sad one.
Ashley: Daddy, I love you.
Dave: I love you too and I’ll drive careful. Okay?
Ashley: Okay!