I look up at my weeping daughter and smile.
”Love, don’t cry.” I say. She turns to me with her tear filled eyes.
”B-but you’re dying, a-and I don’t know w-what I’ll do...” She breaks down into sobs again, and I place my hand on her knee.
“Don’t cry baby girl. Remember?” She looks into my eyes, her fear evident, when I begin to sing. “We’ll meet again,” The sound of her sobbing stops, and she starts to dry her eyes. “Don’t know where, don't know when.”
Smiling softly, she joins me as I sing the last phrase. “But we’ll meet again some sunny day.” The last thing I see as my vision fades is her warm smile, and I know she’s going to be alright.
ns 15.158.61.48da2
