 So hard. Laughter is great medicine. In many cases, the best medicine. So I relied on her for love and for comfort and for safety where I could find it. But almost always it was in her arms, in her lap every night when I was little. And she was a singer. And she sang with a big band in Pittsburgh. And she was a fabulous singer. And she would sing to me the same three songs every night until I got too big. She would pick me up and carry me across the room and put me in bed.