Love, Kennedy

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Right after High School, I had a dream.

I was running, I was excited, but didn't know why.

I just knew, I needed to get to that car.

Out of that car came the most

beautiful woman I'd ever seen...

Then the cutest little girl there ever was.

And then it happened...

Her hug was unlike any that I had ever received before.

Who was this little girl?

Who was this beautiful woman?

And me?

I woke up wondering what all that meant.

10 years passed and now I'm living that dream...

but one thing that dream didn't prepare me for,

was how that sweet girl

could also be such a stinker.

Hey girls, you buckled in?

Uh-huh.

All right sweeties, I'll be back.

What are you doing?

You can't drive.

See you don't know how to...

You don't have to be 16 to drive!

Look out world!

Here comes Kennedy.

Stop this car right now!

Help!

I'm good!

Oh no!

Girls!

Girls, Girls?

Oh my gosh.

Kennedy!

What happened?

I'm goooood.

She's not good!

She's very not good!

You drove?

Mm-hmm!

How could you?

Don't you ever do that again!

What is wrong with you?

A lot!

Woo-hoo!

Yup, Kennedy knew what she wanted

and set her goals early.

Oh, Kennedy.

Boom wacka, wacka.

Boom, wacka, wacka.

Cheerleading.

Yay!

Sorry.

It's ok.

Dating.

"I would like if when you are 16, we can go on a date.

I love you Brett."

Love, Kennedy.

Oh, Brett!

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Run! Don't look back!

And her other dream was driving.

She loved it when I would take her for a ride

in my big truck.

Nope.

Oh, Daddy.

Sports were a big part of Kennedy's life.

They seemed to give her a way

of appreciating other's feelings.

Good job, good job!

Good kick.

There ya go, pick it up!

Woo!

There was a girl on another team

who was playing dirty.

She knew every trick in the book.

[children chattering indistinctly]

Hey, come on Ref!

You gotta watch that!

No, pick her up, pick her up.

Get back, get back! Guard the goal, guard the goal.

[whistle blows and crowd applauds]

Come on Ref! Call a foul!

Can you not see that!

Good job out there, good job.

Kennedy come here.

You have got to stand up to that girl,

you got to get in her face, get aggressive.

That's how we stand up to a bully.

But Daddy...

why not just love her?

Why not just love her?

I think we're the parents of a mix of Gandhi and Mother Teresa.

Finally, one of our players

went head to head with the meanie and took her out.

Good job.

What's she doing?

I think Kennedy's going to finally give her a piece of her mind.

You ok?

Yeah.

Way to go Gandhi!

Whoo, DeeDee!

All right girls, bring it in!

- You okay? - Yeah

- Can you stay in? - Yeah

All right, go get 'em.

Good job.

Good job girls.

Good job girls. Get up there, get up there!

Hello.

Mm-hmm.

I'll be right there.

Hi.

Are you ok?

What happened?

I'm just a klutz.

You are not a klutz.

I am so sorry.

It's just bumps and bruises.

They'll heal up quickly.

Okay good, sorry.

It's okay.

But there's more that you need to know.

Mr. and Mrs. Hansen,

has Kennedy been getting into fights at school?

No.

I'm sorry but I have to ask...

have either of you ever hit Kennedy?

Are you kidding?

Of course we've never hit her.

What's going on?

The images of Kennedy's eyes show trauma...

trauma like I haven't seen...

other than when there's been a severe blow to the head.

Okay, she's fallen but not that hard.

I'm tellin' you, it's not us.

What does this mean?

All I know is it's serious and beyond my training.

I'm going to send you to an Eye Center in Salt Lake.

You also need to know,

the decline in Kennedy's sight is both severe and rapid.

There...

There's something wrong with me, isn't there?

You're perfect honey.

We just have to see what's going on with your eyes.

It's okay.

Jesus will fix my eyes when I go to heaven.

That kind of talk didn't ever surprise us with Kennedy.

She had spiritual experiences from very early on.

Heather's Mom died when Heather was only 15.

We were given the rocking chair that Heather was rocked in as a child.

And she rocked Kennedy in the same chair.

The chair was now old, rickety and noisy.

I wanted to get a new one but Heather wouldn't hear of it.

And every night, the chair could be heard,

creaking and playing it's music

as our baby girl was rocked to sleep.

One night, I couldn't sleep.

Heather, while you were rocking Kennedy,

I had the strongest impression that your Mom was here...

it got me to wondering...

I didn't rock Kennedy...

I thought you were rocking her.

Weird.

I have to go to the park and then if you can bring the girls home,

I'll run by the store,

I'll get everything we need before tonight.

- Does that work okay? - Not a problem.

Okay.

Hey you!

Good morning, did you sleep good?

You know why?

Uh-uh.

Grandma Mona came and rocked me last night.

Who rocked you last night?

You know... Mommy's Mommy.