Nicole Story page 21

A year or so before she died she said to me,

 
“Mom, you can never die.”
 
“I know I’m pretty special, but I don’t think I am going to be this special.”
 
“No, No. You can never die. I couldn’t take care of myself.”
 
“Don’t be silly sweetheart. You take care of yourself now. All I do is put money in your account and if I die there will be plenty of money in your account.”
 
“Don’t tell me that. No, you can never die.”
 
When I closed her PO Box in October of 2005, I remembered that conversation. I then understood what she meant. I wasn’t sure I could take care of myself either. I knew one of us had to beat the other out and I would rather go through this than her, but it was difficult to breathe in and out.