David was six the day that his father took him aside and explained to him that it was time for his mother to go away. James had watched the ever diminishing brain scans over the last few years, and hope hand diminished with it.
"But dad, you said she was only sleeping and that she would wake up. He had just been reading a volume of Tennyson to his mother.
"I know son, I always hoped that she would, but she's not. And it is time for her to go to heaven." James embraced his son.
David looked at his father quizzically. "What is heaven dad?"
James swallowed hard, "Heaven is where you go when you die. People become Angels."
David's brow furrowed. "So mom will be an Angel?" He had heard about Angels. They were some type of ghost, but better. David pictured wings and a halo on his mother.
"Yes she will."
"Will she come to see me?"
"I don't know son."
"But if mom is an Angel then she will be doing good right? She will be awake even though she is dead?"
"I think so." James embraced his son.
David looked at his mother's face, "I think mommy would be happy as an Angel."
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