I'm in heaven! It was eight weeks on Saturday since Kidder died. I was at a seminar for youth called Grow for It that day. When I got home I knew I had to hurry. I was singing at Central Park, and I had to be there by 6:00. But I kept hearing something, and then it clicked. "Is that a cat?" I asked.
"What are you talking about," Mom asked. Well, it was little P.J.