[ WP ] Whenever a child is born , one of his/her parents die in exactly one day . You wife just gave birth .

It was a depressing combination, but as we walked back from the hospital, we made sure for the last time that we had each other's last wishes right. If it was me, I just wanted to be buried here, in the little local plot. Close by to my wife and little girl. If it was her, she wanted to be cremated, and mailed, she was specific about the mail, she loved letters, and though being one would be a fitting last incarnation, to her home country, and scattered there. `` My little english rose'' I whisper to my baby, `` and my sweet french princess'', I whisper to my wife. Regardless of what else happened, we would stay here, in the english countryside. My wife had wanted to move back to the French countryside, but we realised that moving away from everything we had here was too final. We wanted to keep something alive between us, even if only one of us was actually alive. We finally got home, and little Lily Genevieve Brave had fallen asleep in Lorelei's arms. Lily and Lorelei Brave, I reflect, are wonderful names for a single mom and her kids. She got my middle name, Gabriel, stylized, but nearly.'I love her', I think,'but raising her on my own, never'. At that moment, I knew it was me. As I slip away, I hear Lily and Lorelei crying. But then, wait, I'm still here. They ca n't see me, but I'm here. I pass through Lorelei, and she smiles. Then Lily does. They ca n't see me, but I'll never leave them. Never.
