Rory was very sympathetic. Maybe even empathetic.
She did not like for others to be sad.
She played with anyone and everyone on the playground.
When people were sad, she freely gave hugs.
When I would cry she would hold my face in her hands and wipe my tears. Then ask me if I was okay.
I guarantee I wasn’t only one that received that blessing.
She would’ve hated the last 9 1/2 months as I’ve cried everyday.
She would not have liked to see me this way.
Like you did, sweet baby girl.