Cheer up, baby girl.
I love you, Dani.
As my mother laid in bed, on her first evening in hospice–June 11, 2019, I sat to her right side, held her hand and bawled my eyes out. The last coherent words, were for me: “Cheer up, baby girl.”
On the morning of January 12, 2004–my father was taken out of the house on a stretcher. He thought he was having a heart attack. As they maneuvered him out the front door, and down the concrete porch to the driveway, he grabbed my hand: Love you, Dani.”
Tears streaming down my face, “I love you too, daddy.”
Again, his last words were for me.
Here I sit
Little Orphan Dani.