Lyrics

I took C Claire, newly 15, to camp today. On the way we listened to the Regina Spektor CD she had me buy for myself for Mother's Day. One of the songs, "On the Radio," has these lyrics:

While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

She made mention of it. I asked if she felt it would be worthwhile to see Kate again after camp; she said yes. Then she held my hand.

I miss her a ton.