by Lisa R.
Chapter 1999
”Please don’t go, Lou. How do I live without you?” Kid McCloud sat at his wife’s bedside and watched her breathe again. He could tell time was running out for his true companion. Holding on to her hand and stroking her face he watched his wife of sixty-five years slowly fade away.
He knew he was being selfish, but the letting go was so hard to handle. “Lou, you are the sunshine of my life. You always have been, from the first time ever I saw your face. What will I do without you?”
He knew she would be better off now. She had been sick and tired for quite some time and he felt guilty seeing her suffer. Yet he neither saw her pale face nor her weak body. He only saw his beautiful bride, his angel.
”I love you, Louise McCloud and I’ll miss you more than words can say.” He leaned down and placed a kiss that was like the soft rains of April on her cheek.
Louise McCloud still had some fight left in her and she struggled to open her eyes. She could hear her husband’s words of love and she wanted to see his face one last time. She needed to see his blue eyes and beautiful smile and she needed to say her goodbye.
Kid sensed she was trying to rouse herself from the deep sleep she had been in for the longest time. “That’s it, that’s my brown eyed girl.”
Forcing her beautiful brown eyes open, she watched a smile light her one true love’s face. “Kid…”
”Hush, don’t talk. Don’t strain yourself, my love.”
Lou wanted to listen to what the man said, but she knew it was time to move on and there could be no wasted words. Kid heard the whispering and it was music to his ears.
”I’ve loved these days, but it’s time to let me go, Kid.”
”No, Lou! You just hold on to me and rest. We’ll find you a remedy!”
”No, Kid. We lived a good life and I wouldn’t trade it for all the gold in Zanzibar, but I’m tired. Until now I always thought I would be the one left with the lonely heart. I thought I would be alone first, but baby it’s you and I’m sorry. I want you to put on a happy face and promise me you’ll keep the faith.”
”That’s a lot to ask, Lou. You’re the inspiration for my life. How do I survive without you? I’m an old man and I’ll be all by myself.”
”You’re not alone, Kid. You just have to believe that I am by you’re side and one day, we’ll be together again. Until then, just remember I love you.”
Kid saw the absence of fear in Lou’s eyes and watched a change come over her. He placed one last kiss on her lips and then she was gone.
”Poppy Kid?”
Kid heard his great-grandson calling to him from a distance, but he was still tired from the funeral service and his mind was ahalf a mile away.
”Poppy Kid, are you awake?”
”Yes, Ben. I hear you knockin’. Come in.”
”Why are you sitting still? Are you sad?” asked the child.
”You could say that. I loved your Nanny Lou very much. She was my best friend and I miss her a lot.”
”Jimmy Lee is my best friend.”
Kid ruffled his great-grandson’s hair. It was a simple life for a child of 7. “Well, if Jimmy Lee is your best friend, then would you miss him if he went away?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Well, it’s just the same for me, with Nanny Lou.”
”Jimmy Lee once went to the ocean on a vacation. Did Nanny Lou go to the ocean?”
”I explained this to you son. Nanny is in heaven.” Adrian McCloud entered the room and turned to his grandfather with apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, Grandpa. He just doesn’t seem to have any understanding of the situation.”
Kid patted his grandson’s shoulder and turned to look out the window at the bed of roses on the hill, still visible in the late afternoon sunshine. “It’s okay Adrian, I can’t understand it either.”
The first weeks after Lou’s death passed quickly for the Kid. He was never home alone as the house was always full of extended family and friends who came to show their respect and say their farewell. It was when the commotion died down and all that was left was immediate family that the empty feelings set in.
The days were few and far between when Emily McCloud Wilson would not find her father sitting on the bench beside her mother’s grave. Easing herself onto the bench beside him, she turned to him. “Daddy, why don’t you come home now and have something to eat? I made hot pastrami and mashed potatoes.”
”I’m alright, Emily. You don’t have to baby me.” Kid was content to spend day after day in the shade of the cedar tree he and Lou planted when they first returned to Sweetwater, over fifty years ago. He felt like he could get a little closer to her by sitting there.
”I’m not babying you, Daddy. It’s just that I worry about you. You seem so lost.” At fifty-eight years old and a grandmother herself, Emily found it hard to get used to the role of mother again. Especially, when it was for her eight-five year old father.
”I’ll be home soon, Emmy Lou.”
Tears came to Emily’s eyes at the sound of her childhood name. “You haven’t called me that in years, Daddy.” Named Emily Louise McCloud at birth, it had been over thirty years since her father had called her by the sweet and lovely endearment.
”I just like to hear her name,” whispered Kid as teardrops formed in his own eyes. “I can’t begin to tell you how much I miss her.”
Emily took his hand to hold on to and together, with sad eyes, they stared off into the distance at the land and the mountains that Emily’s mother had loved almost as much as she had loved her father. “I know how much, Daddy. I do too, but I don’t want you fallin’ ill. I can’t lose you as well.”
”I’m just restin’ out here. It’s better than sitting up in my room.” Kid waved his free hand at the house he and Lou had shared with his daughter and son-in-law. Their other children and their husbands and wives lived in similar homes on the land of the old Sweetwater Pony Express Station. They were a close family and no one lived too far.
”You’re also dreamin’ about Mama, aren’t you?”
Kid smiled as an image of Lou as a young girl flashed before his eyes. “Of course I am. I’ve dreamed of none other since the day I found out she was a girl. After sixty-six years, it’s a little too late for me to be makin’ changes.”
Jealousy was the emotion that always surfaced, albeit in a good way, when Emily thought about her parents’ marriage. Even now after twenty-five years of love and marriage, she knew it was because of their example that she and Timothy were still so happy.
”Daddy, I was movin’ out some of Mama’s stuff today…” The look of heartache her father gave her cut her short. She rushed to reassure him. “I wasn’t throwing it all away, Daddy. I was just taking everything for storing.”
”Leave it, Emily. This is something I should do myself. I’m living a life so changed already that I just want to wait a little longer before I do it.”
”I’ll leave it for you, but I just want to help. I found these books in the closet when I was in there.” Emily handed her father several worn, leather-bound books. “It looks like each one is a journal.”
”Lou’s diary!” Kid recognized his wife’s small, precise handwriting instantly.
”It looks like Mama wrote in them a lot.”
”Only sometimes. She often just wrote a short note to remember the time when something special happened or something she wanted to document. It wasn’t faithfully.”
Emily saw her father was already lost in the past. In his mind, he’d already gone back in time on the amazing journey that was the life he and her mother had shared. She watched him hold on tightly to the books and knew he would never come in for lunch now. “Daddy, I’ll send Sara out with a sandwich and a cup of tea. Wait here.”
Kid nodded his head as his daughter walked away. The sound of silence surrounded him as he slowly opened the first volume to a random page.
September 1861
Hello again! It’s been a while since I last wrote in here. I didn’t mean to give it upfor so long, but heaven knows I’ve been busy.
The wedding is tomorrow and in my life I never thought the Kid and I would be goin’ to the chapel! I know I love him and it’s been a long time coming, but I can’t help myself from having these feelings. It’s like I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. Will I make a good enough wife? Will I be a good mother? Will the Kid love me forever?
I think I know the answer to each question, but I still doubt myself occassionally. I can’t help it. I think I just need Kid here, in these arms, to help me repair my state of mind. All I want is a life that is filled with love and happiness. Is that too much to ask?
I wonder where the boys are? It’s late in the evening and Kid and Jimmy should be home or almost home by now. I bet Jimmy took him to the saloon for a one last boy’s night out as a single man. He’d best not come home drunk or have that smell of some workin’ woman at this hour cause I’ll kill him. Oh, who am I kidding? I’d never hurt a hair on his head. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I trust him.
Well, I’m giving up on sitting here and waiting. I’m going to sleep and I’ll just have to see him in my dreams.
December 1861
So much for wishing for a white Christmas! It looks like I’ll be spending my time praying and wishing for Kid’s safe return!
We had our first quarrel as a married couple. It was a real fight and I was tempted to let him sleep with the dogs in the yard, but I gave up on being mad. It’s too late to stop him. Kid is leaving me right after New Years Day to go fight for his beloved Virginia. I cried and I begged him to please stay, but just like war, love is a battlefield and I lost this fight. His foolish pride and his blessed memories may kill him yet!
Jimmy and Cody tried to stop him as well. It’s different for them. I’m afraid because I don’t want to be alone or lose him, but for them, they know they won’t be fightin’ on the same side.
I told him I won’t go with him. I can’t just sit there goin’ out of my head, waiting for the letter that will tell me he’s gone. I’ll stay with Rachel and I guess I will spend my days livin’ on a prayer and waiting for the day we are back together again. I will never be the same if I lose him.
February 1862
They say practice makes perfect so I am going to write my love letter in here first. I have exciting news for the Kid, but I have to find the right words. So, here it goes…
Dearest Kid,
I was so relieved to get your letter yesterday with the news that you are in Virginia, but out in the country and far from the feudin’ and fightin’. I hope this letter finds you still the same.
I have good news my love! You are going to be a daddy! I am expecting and the baby will be born in the fall. My dream is that you will be home by then. Even with Rachel and Teaspoon here, I’m so afraid to have this baby by myself, but I will be strong for you. It is so wonderful to place my hand over the child that’s growing inside me, made from our love, and knowing I have a piece of you with me. It eases my mind and my nervous heart.
I miss you.
Love, Louise
Well, I guess I’ll go write the letter on a piece of paper and send it off. I’m so excited about the baby and I hope he will be too.
September 1862
It’s a boy! My beautiful son was born last night! Daniel James McCloud came into this world in the midnight hour with a loud scream and a long cry. His little eyes are like the blue skies. I know I never saw blue like that before. They’re even bluer than Kid’s. Kid say’s Daniel is the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. I can already see he’s his daddy’s little man.
I feel lucky because Kid came home not a moment too soon. The injury to his arm was not severe, but as a reward for his bravery and for being a hero, the Army let him return to me and my healing hands. I fear the day he has to go back. His orders will come any day now
I’m not so brave. The truth is, I’m scared I’ll never see him again and I don’t know how I would go on. But where would that leave Daniel? Orphaned like we were? I must make sure that he is never alone. I’ve decided, right now, that I will survive if something happens to Kid. I will always love him, but my baby needs me.
October 1863
There is another man in my life now. We are having Indian summer and Noah Patrick McCloud was born in the heat of the night. Now I have my two princes to keep me company until this war is over and Kid returns again.
He was home for a week in January after a long December in the battlefields. I was blown away by my desire for him! We spent the short time we had lovin’, touchin’, squeezin’ and I was only joking when I told him I would probably have another baby. Baby Noah proves the power of two people in love.
I got a message to Michael at the telegraph office and I hope Kid gets it someday soon. He needs to know that not only is he the love of my life, but there are two little kids here that want him home safely, as well.
4th of July 1865
Happy days are here again! The war is over and today’s the day Kid came home. It’s been a long, long time and when I saw him standing there, at the end of the road, I ran to him to give him a great big kiss.
Kid is tired and weary. The whole time he was fighting, he kept saying the South’s gonna do it, but never in a million years did he think General Lee would have to surrender to General Grant. Now he wonders if the sacrifice he made, the years spent away from our house, the years he missed as a family man, was wasted time.
As we talked, time after time it felt as if I was looking in another’s eyes instead of into the Kid’s. I know he has a haunted heart and I fear the night time will be the hard times for a while. For now, he sleeps quietly while I sit wishing on a shooting star that we can go back to the way we were before the battle began.
June 1866
I’ve been so busy since the last time I wrote. Kid and I now have three babies. I shouldn’t have been surprised when the doctor said those three little words, “It’s a boy”, but I really thought I would finally have my girl. William Ike McCloud was born with such a loud mouth that we had to name him after Billy Cody. I know he will never be at a loss for words if he takes after his uncle!
The boys are getting so big. Daniel is almost four and Noah is almost three. They’re always asking questions and I believe Kid has an answer for every one of them. Even if some do come with a wink and a smile. We know honesty is best with children, but bedtime would never happen if we didn’t make believe sometimes.
Life’s been good to me, so far. I have Kid, who’s my perfect love, I have my three wild boys, who are such wonderful children, and I have friends who stand beside me. Iwouldn’t want it any other way!
May 16, 1868
We finally have a daughter! Emily Louise was born on Sunday. She’s as perfect as the rose Kid gave me when he first walked into our room and said, “you are so beautiful” to me. There were tears on my pillow as I lay there completely exhausted.
I can tell she will be daddy’s little girl, but at the same time I have a dream that she will be my best friend as well as my daughter. Instantly she had a hold on my heart.
Finally, I will be able to use the doll house that Kid so lovingly made all winter. I said it was wishful thinking, but he knew this time it would be a girl.
Tonight, the boys brought me wildflowers when they came to see their sister. They are growing up fast! Kid took them to the kitchen for supper and left me with the most tender kiss. It was a kiss to build a dream on.
Kid looked up from the worn book and realized the sunny afternoon was almost over. He had been sitting on the bench all this time, lost in emotion and his distant memories. He knew what was next in line and decided to wait until after supper to continue.
It was no surprize to Emily that her father was quieter than normal during the evening meal, but she became concerned when she watched him steppin’ out onto the porch to sit in his favorite rockin’ chair and continue reading the diary. She followed him outside and brought a blanket to cover his legs with.
”Daddy, you can’t get enough, can you? Maybe you should stop.”
”I’ve been skipping around. I want to see the most important stuff I’m just reminiscing about when it happened. I just finished reading about when you were born.”
All of a sudden, Emily found herself sitting in the chair beside her father. She missed her mother almost as much as he did. They were the closest of friends and most of all, Emily missed her companionship. “Will you read some to me, Daddy? I would love to hear what Mama said about all of us.”
”Of course, but where I am, these are the days that will be hard on me, so I think they will be hard on you too.”
”I have confidence, Daddy. I can go there, as long as we go together.”
Kid opened the second volume and returned to a time that was long ago and far away.
August 30th, 1870
I’m writing this with a heavy heart. Today’s the first day we have been to Daniel’s grave since we buried my beautiful boy.
If I never hear the words “Papa come quick” again, it will be too soon. The children were all in the river trying to cool off from the hot summer days when little Emily was pulled into the current. Daniel saved her from drowning, but he lost his life in doing so. Kid and I ran to the water, but we were too late.
Why not me? Why did my Danny have to die? He was too young! He was my first child, my baby boy. I can’t imagine what I did to deserve this, but for our other children, I have to keep on smilin’.
All our friends came home again this week so we could have this final so long, farewell. Teaspoon and Rachel never left Rock Creek, but Buck came in from the Indian reservation where he and Jennifer Tomkins, who’s now his wife, have been with his people. Cody came all the way from New York and Jimmy, dear Jimmy… It was so good to hold an old friend’s hand.
We know we’ve got to begin again, so we decided, as a family, that it’s time we were movin’ on. None of us wants to be here anymore. The memories are too painful. We’re leaving for Sweetwater next week. Emma and Sam have sold us the old station for very little money and we’re going to start the ranch we’ve always talked about.
We did manage to convince Rachel and Teaspoon to come with us. I’m glad they will. I didn’t want to leave Rachel here. Her baby is due soon. Since the wedding announcement for her and Teaspoon’s ceremony had already gone out for next month, they decided to have the wedding tomorrow before everyone leaves.
I don’t want to leave my angel baby here, but we will make a marker for him in Sweetwater so he will always be with us. Buck says that souls take another form and he sees that Daniel’s will fly like an eagle, just like Ike. I find comfort in knowing that he will look down on us.
December 1872
We received a precious, precious gift just in time for the holiday. We have another girl! Beautiful, healthy Hannah Jane was born last Tuesday. She was past due and it was about time! I don’t know how much longer I could eat for two before I ate us out if house and home.
It’s so strange. If someone had told me a year ago that the Kid would be sleeping here beside me as I held our new beautiful daughter, I certainly never would have believed them.
The move here was done with little fanfare, but once here, there was so much work to do. We immersed ourselves in the cattle and especially the horses. We worked everyday until we were exhausted and at the end of the day we just fell into bed. Still devastated by Daniel’s death, most nights Kid would stay the night in the barn. On those endless nights I would cry all night for our lost son as well as our old love.
All I wanted was for him to come to me so we could heal our hearts together, but instead, he just hid himself away. It was as if we were living separate lives.
Spring came early this year and with it the stormy weather this area is known for. We listened to the falling of the rain for days. Everyone started to get cabin fever, but it was the worst for the Kid. To him, it meant he was stuck with me night and day.
I don’t remember exactly what sparked the change, but on the final night before the sunny skies returned, he broke his silence. There was nowhere to go and we sat together before the fire. Kid spoke about how he was both amazed and confused that God could be so cruel as to take his son away from him. I let him cry on my shoulder and for the first time in months, he wanted to hold my hand. I saw a slow change overtake him.
I figure Kid finally took a look around him and came to the realization that we were all beside him. He saw that we are family and he and I, well we belong together. We made the promise that together we would work it out.
That night, there was no pretending. We shared passionate kisses and Kid was the perfect lover. He came back to me that night and went straight to my heart. Now, we have Hannah, our happy girl!
I love him - always have, always will - and after surviving that crisis, I know we can last forever.
August, 1876
I’m brokenhearted. The pain I feel right now is almost as bad as it was the day Daniel died. Kid came home from town today with a telegram. He wouldn’t talk to me and a tear ran down his cheek as he reached out to hold me.
Once I took the telegram from his trembling hands the message I read was unexpected. Jimmy was dead – shot down while playing cards in Deadwood. No matter what everyone said, there was never a time when I believed the gambler in him would bring him crumblin’ down.
It is no secret that Jimmy lived his life in the fast lane, so I always thought he would die in a fight, gone in a blaze of glory. It’s hard to believe that in the end, he was shot in the back.
Jimmy lived far too hard of a life and he didn’t deserve this. He was a gentle, kind and generous man and it hurts me to know no one else ever knew him the way I did.
Kid is dying inside because of this. He and Jimmy didn’t always see eye to eye, but no matter what happened, they were still like brothers, closer than those who were of flesh and blood. All I can do is stand by him and love him the best that I know how. I suspect this pain will linger for a long time and all we will have is our faded pictures to serve as a reminder to time gone by.
I hope Jimmy knew that he was special to me. I knew he was a real man and no myth. To me he wasn’t Wild Bill Hickok. To me he was just my friend. All that is left to say is goodbye Jimmy, goodbye.
April 1881
Finally we have some good news! Buck, Jenny and their children Ike, Sally and Cecilia have agreed to come to Sweetwater and be our partners. Life has been hard on them and they are ready to settle here in Sweetwater, grow some roots and raise their family in a place filled with sweet memories and love.
Kid and I are so happy to have our old friends with us. We’ve been apart far too long. Now we will be one big family again.
The ranch and the children are flourishing. The children grew up fast and are practically adults. Noah is almost 18 years old and this is the last year of school for him. He dreams of the day when he can be working on the land full time. Ike is close in age and he wants to work the land and the horses too. The saying “like father like son” is true. Just like Kid and Buck, these close friends are the future of our ranch.
Even Jessica, Rachel and Teaspoon’s daughter, is a big girl now. She’s already ten years old! Jessie and my Hannah are so close. What a pair of beautiful girls. I love knowing they will always be there for each other - friends for life.
Well, supper’s ready and it’s time to ring the dinner bell. So many mouth’s to feed, so little time!
November 1887
We finally made it to New York City to see Cody’s Wild West show. What a treat! We left Noah and Ike in charge of the ranch and the others and headed for the East Coast. Riding on a railroad is a much better way of traveling than a horse. You just have to find a way of killing time.
Life in the big city is incredible! There is so much going on all at once that it’s hard to think for yourself. We stayed in a beautiful hotel of such luxury and we experienced the city by night as well as by day. We wore our fine clothes and wined and dined on some of the most delicious meals ever!
The show that “Buffalo Bill” put together is exactly what he said he wanted to do. Cody brought a piece of the wild, wild west to the city. He has the animals and the performers and all the people love it! Who would have thought he would do it? Cody proved us all wrong.
The trip was a pleasant break and it’s nice to know that with Noah and Ike and the other children running things at the ranch, we can take more trips as we reach our golden years. I guess getting older has its advantages.
January 1893
I noticed a touch of grey in my hair this morning! On my fiftieth birthday no less. Happy Birthday to me! I guess I can’t stay forever young.
Kid still looks as young and beautiful as the first time I laid eyes on him. His hair is still all brown and his skin is still smooth and I’m convinced the sky itself makes his blue eyes blue. I know he can still break some hearts.
It’s hard to believe that it is almost thirty-two years since we got married. I love him more today than I did then. I know it’s the real thing, but I wonder sometimes if Kid is happy with the choices he made. Would he have had more happiness with Doritha or Samantha? Maybe a woman who is more of a lady. Does he love me still? Will he love me when I’m sixty-four or seventy-five or eighty-eight? What would I do without him? I need him by my side.
As we get older. We lose more and more of our friends and family. Teaspoon is long gone and Rachel is not feeling alright. Poor Jenny, she just got word that her father passed one week ago. She and Buck as well as Ike, Cecilia, Sally and their families left for Rock Creek on Monday morning to tend to his affairs. They plan to sell off the General Store, but Jenny fears it’s going to take some time. She and Buck will stay on as long as necessary.
Kid has told me time and time again that he loves me. I’m just being a silly woman because today I reached old age. Fifty years is a long time to be alive. I’ve done and seen a lot all through the years.
Before Emily knew it, it was after midnight. So engrossed in the story in her mothers diary, she hadn’t noticed the hours passing by. She couldn’t resist the urge to yawn, but tried to hide it from her father.
”Are you bored?” Kid asked with a grin.
”Oh Daddy, never! It was something wonderful to hear what Mama thought, but it’s late and I was with the wild horses all day. It’s time for bed, so why don’t you finish what ya started tomorrow?”
Kid looked at the little black book in his lap and stayed in the chair. “I’ll be only a few minutes more. There’s only a little bit more to read. This is the book from the last few years. She lost the one before this in the fire at the St. James Hotel when we were in Kansas City.”
”I’d forgotten about the fire.”
Kid could see the burnt-out hotel clearly. “Louise and Jenny were so scared. We’re lucky we’re still alive. After the fire, we always had to have a room by the stairs. Your mama had to know where the escape route was.”
”Daddy, just finish up tomorrow night.” Emily feared her father would stay awake until sunrise if she left him alone.
”Emily Louise McCloud Wilson, I may be old, but I can take care of myself. I’m not finished yet.” Kid looked at his daughter’s hurt eyes and softened the voice he used. “Really, I’m all right.”
”Okay, I’ll let it be and I’ll say goodnight.”
”Sweet dreams, Emmy Lou. Thank you.”
”For what?” Emily looked at her father questioningly. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Kid lifted the book in his lap and held it with his finger tips. “For these. For giving me one day more with my dear Louise.”
Emily moved behind closed doors and Kid opened the final chapters of Lou’s writing. Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the last five years of her life.
September 1921
How about that! We finally found our way to California. Kid and I traveled there by train to see the blue Pacific Ocean. I was amazed! It was a sight to behold and we spent a whole day taking in the view.
San Francisco is such a modern place. In the city, I had all I wanted at my fingertips. We went shopping by day and also enjoyed the San Franciscan nights. What a beautiful part of America!
Tonight is our sixtieth anniversary. I feel fortunate that the Kid and I are still so much in love. I would guess some people didn’t give us sixty days, all those years ago, let alone sixty years. And we’re only getting better. Tonight we are going to the Sweetheart’s Dance at the church to celebrate.
It’s been bad the last few years. Kid was so sick in 1916. Doctor Brown said it was a heart attack. He learned that in medical college. I can remember thinking I might lose him, but love is a powerful thing and by a miracle he survived.
Buck is gone and Jenny didn’t make it through the wintertime. We lost Rachel and Cody as well as Sam and Emma. It feels like we are missing pieces because other than an ocean of memories, the Kid and I are all that is left of our piece of history as the Pony Express.
July 1926
Kid fears the worst and he is right. This is it. Even the doctor knows it. He says the state of the heart is weakening. It is taking all I have to write this. I have a heart full of love and all I can do is write about it in hopes that someday Kid or the children will find this.
All that I can say is I could not ask for more. I spent my life laughing out loud and loving every minute of my life. The best part of me is the people I leave behind. Kid taught and gave me the joy of love from the moment of the kiss in the corral so many years ago. My children and their families are my pride and joy.
Living forever would be perfect, but I will say goodbye and face my brand new day knowing I am surrounded by your love.
Kid was perfectly still as the tears ran down his face. He looked out into the night, to the one tree hill where flowers still covered the dark earth and spoke to the stars.
”I want to hold your hand, Lou. I want you here with me, but I will have to be satisfied knowing that once, you were mine and I loved you well. I want you to know, I would do it again.”
Kid rose to go inside and more than ever he was waiting and wishing for the day when he could join his angel in heaven.
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