03/10/2025
40 BIKERS TOOK SHIFTS HOLDING DYING LITTLE GIRL'S HAND FOR 3 MONTHS SO SHE’D NEVER WAKE UP ALONE IN HOSPICE
Her last words before the cancer took her voice were:
"I wish I had a daddy like you,"
—spoken to Big John, a 300-pound Harley rider with teardrops tattooed on his face, who’d stumbled into her room by accident, looking for the bathroom.
That wrong turn changed everything — not just for Katie, who’d been abandoned at the hospital by parents who couldn’t handle watching her die…
But for every hardened biker who would spend the next ninety-three days making sure this little girl knew what love felt like before she left this world.
Big John had been visiting his own dying brother that first day, walking the sterile halls of Saint Mary’s Hospice, when he heard crying from Room 117.
Not the normal crying of a sick child, but the deep, soul-crushing sobs of someone who’d given up hope.
“Are you lost, mister?” she’d asked when he poked his head in,
her bald head reflecting the harsh hospital lights.
“Maybe,” he’d admitted, looking at this tiny thing drowning in a hospital bed meant for adults.
“Are you?”
“My parents said they’d be right back,” she whispered.
“That was twenty-eight days ago.”
The nurses told him the truth later.
Katie’s parents had signed over custody to the state and disappeared.
They couldn’t handle the deterioration, the medical bills, the reality of watching their daughter fade away.
She had maybe three months left, probably less.
“She asks for them every day,” the head nurse, Maria, said quietly.
“Keeps thinking they’re just at work, or getting food, or stuck in traffic.”
Big John went back to Room 117 that night.
Katie was awake, staring at the ceiling, clutching a worn teddy bear.
“Your brother okay?” she asked, remembering why he’d been there.
“No, sweetheart. He’s not.”
“I’m not either,” she said matter-of-factly.
“The doctors think I don’t understand, but I do. I’m dying.”
The way she said it — so calm for a seven-year-old — broke something in John.
“You scared?” he asked.
“Not of dying,” she said.
“Of dying alone.”
That made Big John cry.
And he decided to...
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