I have had the misfortune to be present at the point of death of people close to me, and those experiences left me with an unanswerable question. How to explain the moments of lucidity that can appear prior to the loss of all bodily function, sometimes taking the form of one-sided conversations with loved ones who have passed previously. I have no answer for this, but having seen it in action I have tried to come up with an explanation that I can live with. This story is about just that scenario.
Blame is a ravenous creature. It feeds on ‘what if’, not on ‘what is’.
And eventually on you.
