“That’s m-my Granda Murphy’s s-song,” she hiccupped. “You remember me t-telling you t-that?” “Yeah.” I remembered her telling me about her grandfather singing this song to her when she was frightened, and it was all I could do in this moment. “Should I stop?” “N-no.” Shannon shook her head. “D-don’t stop.” Trembling, I continued to rock her in my arms and softly whisper the words of the song in her ear, while I waited for the doctor I knew had been called.
