He quietly began humming a song he'd sung for her so many times all those years before. She'd loved that song so much, playing it daily in her bedroom and listening to it in the car on the way to school. It had been easy for him to memorize the words back then because of how often she listened to it. Though most of those words had left his mind now, the melody still flowed through him easily. It was like riding a bike... something he'd never forget.

He held her hand in his again and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss. He imagined all those long nights throughout her childhood when she was sick or when she'd had a nightmare and he would sit with her and sing this same song and smooth those same beautiful brown curls. He had been her comfort in those moments and that song had been his guide. He gently stroked her cheek now with his fingertips. How had this happened? Now he was sitting here, humming this song to his dying daughter, the song no longer comforted her though... now it comforted him.

He looked up when he heard the door behind him open again and he watched as the nurse walked in, followed by three young men. Their faces were somber, their lips held traces of what appeared to be encouraging smiles. Maybe they knew what was happening in this room... maybe they didn't. Either way he knew this couldn't be easy for them. He felt the need to stand and say hello or shake their hands but he struggled with the idea of leaving her side for even the small amount of time it would take to do so. The nurse must have read his mind because as he went to stand up she motioned him back down and led the young men over to where he was seated.

He sighed as one by one they reached out their hands and introduced themselves. First Brian, then Howie, then Aj. They were young and innocent, the first thought to cross his mind... 'they shouldn't be here.' Shouldn't have to deal with any of this.

Someone was missing though. He was sure of this. He seemed to have remembered a young blonde that his Lauren had always touted as her 'absolute favorite.' The posters on her childhood walls, the pictures she'd taken down not all that long ago... yes definitely, someone was missing. He looked at the three of them again debating if maybe he should ask.

"My daughter loved you guys," he finally said as he looked towards each of them in turn. They smiled and nodded as they each stepped to her bed and held her hand for a few brief moments. He couldn't help but be amazed by them. None of them had to be there... none of them had to touch her or hold her hand or talk to her... but they did. They could easily turn and walk from the room and he would never think another thing about it, but they wouldn't.

"I'm sorry to ask," He finally continued, "but I just remember... weren't there more of you?" He wanted to know, wondered where the young man his daughter had always swooned over might be. She'd owned his album too, he'd remembered... she'd gone on and on for days about how her favorite guy had gone solo and about how amazing his music was. That was another cd he'd been forced to listen to repeatedly for at least a year of her young life.

"There were," the young dark haired man replied... Howie was his name. "Kevin left the group a year ago to start a family and Nick is at home in Florida because of a family emergency." He couldn't help but notice when the young man spoke about Nick he turned silently to peer down at Lauren.

"Oh," Nick... that was his name... he was her favorite. "Nick was always Lauren's favorite."

The three guys smiled and laughed lightly as Brian chimed in, "Nick is everybody's favorite."

They sat in silence for a few moments, everyone watching Lauren as if perhaps maybe if they stared hard enough she would sit up in the bed and say something to them all. If perhaps their mere presence would bring her back to life. After a few moments of that painful silence he spoke again.

"Do you think you could maybe sing for her?... I mean... you don't have to... it's just..."

Aj cut him off quickly, "We would love to sing for her."

He smiled.

Howie added, "Is there any specific song you would like us to sing?"

He nodded and sighed. "There was this song... I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you guys sang it. She had me memorize the words years ago and I used to sing it to her all the time when she was younger..."

"Do you know the name?" Brian asked.

"No..." He replied, "but I know the melody, and some of the words... maybe that will help."

They nodded their heads for him to begin and their eyes filled with tears as they watched him hum the melody of the song gently to his daughter. The three guys turned towards each other for a few moments, as if asking permission from one another to sing the song. Finally they nodded.

"Give us just a minute," Howie said as he stood from the chair beside Lauren's bed, "We need a moment to prepare... but yes, we will sing the song for her."

The three guys walked over to the corner of the room. It'd been years since they sang this song... and when they had they'd only had small parts. They remembered the words though... or most of the words, enough to at least sing a verse and the chourus. They discussed who would sing which parts and practiced in whispers before they turned back towards Lauren and her father.

"You ready?" Brian asked looking over towards Mr. Grant. He nodded silently and squeezed his daughter's hand a little bit tighter.

The three guys stood together beside the young girls bed and Brian softly began to sing...

He watched as each of the boys started singing, taking their parts, adding their voices to the song, making it beautiful. He stared down at his daughter, laying there peacefully in the bed beside him and the tears once more began to flow from his eyes. He couldn't imagine life without her... he didn't want to and yet here he was, facing just that. The doctors were running the tests right now. Which organs would be functional... donateable? It seemed so wrong to be thinking about this, and yet, he knew this would be her choice.

Aj sang the words, his voice carrying through the room like an angel. He glanced up to watch the young man sing. His eyes were closed, his face turned towards the heavens. An amazing sense of peace was settling over him as he held his daughter's hand. Was this acceptance? Was this her way of letting him know that everything would be okay?

The words rushed back to him all at once as he sang quietly along with the young men standing around his daughter's bed. He sang to her. He sang for her. He sang to heal his heart... he sang to heal her soul. He could feel her slipping away from him... farther and farther away into the unknown. He hoped her mother was waiting for her there.

The song ended, but the tears had just begun. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and looked up to find the three young men wiping theirs as well. He passed the box of kleenex their way and thanked them for the gift they'd given his daughter. He could feel in his heart that her soul had been healed.

A knock on the door pulled them all from their tears as her doctor poked his head in to ask if he could have a moment with Lauren and her father. The young men nodded their heads and shook his hand once more, offering their condolences and prayers before they walked quietly from the room. Their shoulders were slumped, their eyes red. He hoped and prayed this hadn't been too much for them.

The doctor sat down beside him and gave him a weak smile. "We got the test results," He whispered quietly. Everyone whispered in her room... as if they were trying their best not to disturb her unending sleep, or as if maybe they thought she shouldn't be hearing the things they were discussing.

He nodded.

"Her heart, lungs, kidneys, and liver are all viable. She can potentially save as many as six lives." He rested his hand gently on the man's back. "This is an amazing gift you're giving."

"I know," it was all he could think to say as he nodded his head and wiped the tears that continued to pour steadily down his cheeks, "Oh God don't I know."

The doctor stood and walked towards her bed. He checked her bandages and covered her gently back up with the blankets. "We are checking the registries now. As soon as we know who can recieve the organs, we will begin the operation to harvest them."

He inhaled a sob. He knew what this meant.

"This is what she would have wanted," he reminded himself as he held her hand more tightly than ever. "This was what she always wanted."

"She's going to save someone's life," the doctor said once more with a reassuring glance before he left the room.

"She's going to be someone's miracle."