“Please don't let Daddy die Susie," he whispered. "I need him.”
“Mama, don't take him. We need him,' Jack whispered. 'Please. He will not forget you if you let him stay with us. He will love you for ever and every time he laughs, he will remember how you once laughed...”
“A tear dropped from my cheek to his forehead. "Please don't die," I whispered.”
“Please," I whisper. "Please don't make do this. Don't make me choose.”
“You can't touch me," I whisper. I'm lying, is what I don't tell him. He can touch me, is what I'll never tell him. Please touch me, is what I want to tell him.”
“Hi," I whisper. He peels off my hands and turns toward the aisle. "Please don't make this any harder than it already is," he whispers back.”