I'm Coming: Part Ten of Forty Days

9:06 pm
"How's she doing?"
"Her fever is getting worse...She's quite an old woman. She can't handle something this severe. She's been holding on. I-I..."
"I know. You think she'll die. Susanna will be heartbroken if she does..."
"I'm very sorry to say it, but there's not much more we can do now but pray."
"She's lived a long time...such a trooper. She had a hard life, you know? The man she loved was murdered. They never found the killer. She...they thought she was crazy...she said she could hear him still..."
"She might not last through the night. Did she ever write a will?"
"Not that I know of, no. Come to think of it, she always swore that there was only one person she'd ever entrust her things to, and he was dead and gone."

They're right.
I am dying.
I can feel it,
I know.
I've had
a hard life,
but
I've
struggled
through
it.
Oh, Josiah,
I can hear you
loud and clear.
I'm coming
soon.

10:37 pm

I'm
fading.
Like a
flower
carried on
the wind,
like a
sunset
dissolving
into colors,
like a
candle
flickering
sputtering out.
Oh, Josiah,
I can see you
holding out
your hand.
I'm coming
soon.

11:59

I can see
light.
The light
shines
so brightly--
Oh God,
I didn't
know.
Did I ever
know?
It doesn't
matter now.
The light
spills over me,
washing
away
everything.
My mind
clears
and now I
know.
Oh, Josiah,
I can feel you
caressing my hand.
You are surrounded
by light.
I've come back.

12:00 pm

6:54 am

"Sophia?"
"Hello?"
"Oh no..."

"Oh Lord. She's dead."

-Olivia Asta