It all ends here
She was only twenty one years old, she loved being a mothe. She had three little boys and one on the way. She didn’t look it but she was seven months pregnant and still not wearing maternity clothes. Her boyfriend and father of the younger boys worked nights at the local liquor store.
He came home late that night, drunk and angry and talking loud. The children were asleep and the more she tried to ask him to be quiet the more belligerent he became. The next thing she knew he was knocking her down to the floor and after that she couldn’t remember anything.
She was in a beautiful garden bright, and happy feeling love all around as if she were back in her granny’s lap.
She was given a choice to stay or go back, but she knew she had to fight for her children so they could have a life,
“and that is why she is no longer dead.”