Keep on singing, Michael. Keep on singing, Michael. I held you in my arms. . . Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Keep on singing, Michael.
Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away. Funeral plans are scrapped. The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love.