She became wiser in ways that no child should have to be forced to become wiser as she grew weaker. During the course of one night, she mumbled that she was no longer afraid because she would not pass away by herself.
She placed the photograph of my daughter, who had passed away, that was in my wallet on her cheek and expressed her wish that they would be great friends in heaven.
On the very first day that we were together, she asked me to hold her hand in a specific manner, and I did so immediately after she passed away, early on a peaceful morning in June.
We laid her to rest next to my daughter, and the chapel of the hospital was filled to capacity with bikers, nurses, doctors, and other individuals whose lives she had impacted without them even being aware of it.
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