I grieved for the father who had never been lost to me at all—the father I was just now finding, only to lose him all over again.
My mother had not charmed a snake, but rather, she’d beguiled an Eve in male form—a man who’d taken a bite of the apple that hadn’t given him knowledge, but rather, diminished it.
For the first time in my life, I prayed for my father to wake up & save Mother from David, so he would be saved for me.
A Church talk had freed my mother from the guilt she carried over my father’s attempted suicide, even as it would free my father from the medical technology that had kept him in limbo.
For neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, could separate David from Mother, save Mother herself.
Into my father’s ear, I whispered for him to accept the gospel in the next life, so that David would be dethroned as Mother’s eternal companion.
As my father was taken off life support, I wondered if his soul was finally leaving his body, having been imprisoned in 13 years of solitude.
I would learn that my mother had visited my father in the hospital until David had rescued her from a life of single motherhood & lonely widowhood.