“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
She closed her eyes.
“You make me happy when skies are gray…”
She was almost asleep. I could see it. Her breathing slowing down. Mr. Hops tucked under her chin.
“You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you…”
She opened her eyes. Just a little.
“Grandma,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”
I kissed her forehead.
“I know you do, baby,” I said. “I know you do.”