Elizabeth had to remain in hospital for a procedure.
I stayed quietly with her, until she was sent up to
the ward. Father reappeared with hot drinks. He
looked broken, lost. Nothing was said. I stared at
the hollow Elizabeth’s body had made in the
sheets, and my eyes began to leak. Once we knew
Elizabeth was out of theatre and resting
comfortably, it was time to go home. There was
a nauseous pit in my stomach. My life was full
of death. Somehow this was sad as Mother’s
departure. The world was cruel.


Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist