Valentine

1570.17 - 1595.011 Phoebe Judge

My father went to pick her up, and I met her at the door outside to let her know that Grandma looked a little different. Standing in the hall outside of my mother's door, my niece said, She's dying, Phoebe. And I said, Yes, she is. And she's so happy you're here. And then this 15-year-old walked into her grandmother's room and sat right on the side of her bed and leaned down and said, Hi, Grandma.