My husband and my sister laughed while my daughter Holly was dying in a hospital bed. Then he smirked and said, “Holly had a good run. We need that money for my son with your sister.”

him, he stayed quiet for a moment.

“She made it farther than many children would have,” he said.

“She’s stubborn,” I replied.

“She gets that honestly.”

I looked through the kitchen window at Holly sitting on the patio wrapped in a blanket, drawing Captain Bun wearing a crown.

“Yes,” I said. “She does.”

Two years after the night Derek laughed, Holly rang continue reading …