She sits in her room in the dark with her shades taped together. I have come to bear a witness to the news that's good. I recite to her a portion from the Holy Script and she nods in approval. Then leads with the question:

"Why am I still here?"

She tells me her life story. She was born and raised not "to far from here". Went off to college got no degree, but got a marriage decree. Had five kids and made a "happy home". They have all gone off and made lives and littles of their own of which these littles have in turn done the same. She even has a few of those littles' littles' littles that have been fruitful and multiplied. All together they say they are happy. So what more of a home can she make in her feeble age. She told of losing...