Tonight I am remembering the evening that I sat with Bridget under the stars and asked her to sing for me. She is a wise and very somber nine-year-old who has known sadness that no one her age should be familiar with. I am remembering her song: "Lauren, don't forget me when you say goodbye."
I am remember how I went back to the room and cried. I cried for her past and her present. I cried because I can't fix it even though I want to. I cried because I am powerless to save her and I can't protect her. I cried because there is nothing that I can do for her except love her, and what do you do when even that doesn't seem like enough?