Hi! My name is Jesus!

She still knows me. For that I am grateful. But she thinks her mom and dad are alive. She thinks my dad is alive. She worries about what we will make for dinner and asks me if I visited my grandma. I lie. I say I will visit Grandma tomorrow and that we already made dinner. I say, "Don't worry about Dad; he already ate."

She says I'm her angel. At times I think she has me mixed up with Jesus. Really. She says, "You're my Lily of the Valley, the bright and morning star, the fairest of ten thousand to my soul." Those words are from a hymn. And it's not about me.