Cricket

When km was little it was rapture for me to hear her sing. She really had two things going for her, curls and sweet, unabashed sincerity.

Once, after her mother and I split, but before she moved to California, we were waiting on the landing outside her apartment for her mom to get home. I was teaching her, Take Me Out to the Ball Game, and she was doing great. I told her how much I loved to hear her sing and that I was glad she sang all of the time. I said she was just like a cricket, always playing at her singing. I referred to her that way a lot after that, "my cricket," even after she was gone, but as time passed it just faded, like an old picture.

I loved that little girl. I remember her with great joy and admiration even though that time was very difficult and I was troubled about a great many things. But I would never trade her for who she is today. I have great hope for her life and look forward to what may come. I hope she will live well and continue to sing often.