What If I Was Wrong?
She lays upon the plain white sheets, ones that crinkle with every movement, but she hasn’t shifted a muscle in three days. How long does the body last without water… food? That’s all she has, a body, trapping a mind not quite ready to slip off into oblivion. She has fought for every second, every minute, every day. Still, for all her clinging, the inevitable bears down on her, a darkness she can’t conquer. She hears voices, some distant and unfamiliar. Her Jonathan is there, sitting by her bedside, as she told him he should be. His purpose is to care for his mother. He never married. She wouldn’t let him. If he had found a woman he would have become like his older brother, James. Her eldest son has a wife and two daughters. She has only a handful of pictures as memories of her only grandchildren. Her daughter-in-law is to blame, turning a son against his mother and toward relig...