I don't know how I would answer this as well. Part of me would want to go and be with my Pete again and all the others I love who are there. But, then I would look back and see my children and family and friends and not want them to feel the pain of losing me -- because it is really really not a good thing. I wonder every day why I am still here, why Pete was taken so early and what is it I am supposed to do that has not been done. Life is hard enough, every day we have to gird ourselves against an onslaught of negativity and hate from all points on the globe, seek and find and focus on the good and the beautiful lest we be swept up in the negative. For years this image has comforted me: to be sitting in front of Jesus with my head on his knee safe and loved and at peace, choosing the better part finally. Some days are most trying, there are so many broken, confused, hurt, hurtful, angry people in the world. But I refuse to be defeated by them, unfortunately most of them have not read my memo on not participating lol. If God offered me the chance to be wrapped in Pete's arms once again and hear his laugh and see his smile, it would be very very hard not to go. And, yet I should want to go first and foremost because I am going to be with God. So perhaps I am not ready to go. . .very hard question hypothetical or real.