Granddaughter: You could have gone up there. You still could go.
Kim: No, sweetheart. I’m an old woman now. I would rather want him remember me the way as I was.
Grandaughter: How do you know he’s still alive.
Kim: I don’t know. Not for sure. But I believe he is. You see before he came down here, it never snowed. And afterwards, it did. If he weren’t up there now, I don’t think it would be snowing. Sometimes you can still catch me dancing in it.