My daughter’s last wish was to see the sunrise from the Grand Canyon – Minutes before dawn, a park ranger approached us and said, “Your doctor told me I had to talk to you before the sun came out”

The sky turned pink, then golden.

She nudged me with her elbow.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“The last time we were here, a park ranger ruined the sunrise.”

I laughed.

“In the end, he made it better.”

“Do you think anyone will come looking for us this time?”

My first instinct was to look behind me.

But I didn’t.

“No. Not this time.”

The words came out easily.

Without stuttering. Without having to fight to get them out.

Hailey smiled at the canyon.

“Good.”

For once, I didn’t need to know what would happen next.