“Daddy, why is everyone sad?”
“We’re honoring those whose loves were lost.”
“But isn’t the world good? Why did someone kill them?”
“That someone was sick, honey. He meant them harm, but he didn’t have any reason. All we can do is spread our love, so there aren’t many more like him.”
“If you could be their daddy, they’d all want to spread love, too. They’d never want to do harm.”
He smiled, and knelt down to put his arms around her. Perhaps he had been doing this parenting thing right.
“I wish Mom was here to show her love to the world.”
“So do I, dear.” He stood and took her hand again.
“She wishes she was here, too. She still loves us, Daddy. She tells me every night when I’m in bed.”
He squeezed her hand, this wonderful, intuitive creature, who was already so much like her mother.
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