This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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Part 1 - Prologue
"And you're a cherry blossom
You're about to bloom
You look so pretty
But you're gone so soon..."
--- Fall Out Boy, 'Centuries'.
Tuesday, April 7th. Teresa Croyle, Father Romano, and I were at University Hospital, in the room of a nine-year-old girl named Sarah, and her mother Beverly.
Beverly had left her abusive husband when Sarah was very little, and had struggled mightily to raise her child in Midtown. She'd had a small flower shop in Midtown that had done well enough for them to survive. And then Sarah had become ill.
The little girl's condition was misdiagnosed, then finally determined to be a rare soft-tissue cancer that doctors said could not be cured. Sarah's medical bills had piled up while BigBenefitInsurance had canceled her mother's medical insurance. Beverly had lost her flower shop and her home as her debt had piled up. Beverly and her very sick child were about to be forced to live on the streets.
Their plight had come to the attention of Midtown Police Detective Nell Bell, who had called me. Laura had worked with me and with Dr. Napp to get little Sarah admitted to University Hospital, and her mother stayed at the Ronald McDonald House on the other side of University Avenue.
Father Romano, seeing that Beverly was almost out of hope, had called in someone to help, a woman known for never giving up. Teresa and Sarah became fast friends, because Sarah liked to sing, no matter how bad she felt. And Teresa would sing with her.
Alas, Dr. Napp told us that Sarah's condition had no cure. He told Sarah and Beverly that he could enroll Sarah in a research program, an experimental process with no certain results. Sarah had wanted to try it, and Beverly, almost out of hope, agreed.
But it had not worked. And Teresa had watched Sarah slowly deteriorate, like she had watched Amy deteriorate. (
Author's note: 'Hampered In His Plans', Ch. 04.
) And now the end was expected... partly because the Death Cat had come into the room, and was perched on the cabinet next to the bed, silently watching.
I was sitting with Beverly on the couch Beverly had been sleeping on as Teresa sat at Sarah's right side, with Father Romano praying on Sarah's other side. The little girl opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Teresa.
"Hi Teresa." she said, her voice barely audible. Teresa took her hand and said hello.
"Will you sing for me, Teresa?" Sarah asked.
"Sure." Teresa said. "What would you like me to sing?'
"Ave Maria." said Sarah. Teresa nodded, then began singing, her wonderful singing voice adding to the beauty of the song:
"Ave Maria, Gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena, Maria, gratia plena
Ave, ave Dominus, Tecum
Benedicta tu in mulieribus, Et benedictus
Benedictus fructus ventris tuae
Ventris tuae, Jesus
Ave Maria"
Sarah was smiling as she watched and listened to Teresa sing. Near the end of the song, with the smile still on her young face, she closed her eyes... for the last time.
As the heart monitor went to monotone and Father Romano prayed whispered incantations, Beverly began sobbing bitterly. I took her in my arms and she collapsed against me. She had lost everything desperately trying to save her child, and now she'd lost her child, as well. I felt terrible for her, but I knew that I could not know the pain she was in, as I had not lost a child myself. All I could do was be there, to give the grieving mother an anchor to hold in the midst of her sea of total misery.
Teresa did not stop singing, but finished the song. Finally, as nurses came in, Father Romano took over tending to Beverly. I walked with Teresa out of the room, the Death Cat leading the way. As he went the other way, we walked down the hall towards the elevators.
"You okay?" I asked.
"I will be." said Teresa. "I just... I just wish there was something I could do."
"You did all you could." I said. "And Sarah died with a smile on her face, listening to you sing to her."
"I don't mean that." Teresa said, tears in her eyes. "I mean... just look around. This is a great Hospital, it's done so much teaching people to be doctors, and nurses. And kids are surviving cancer at greater and greater rates. I just wish I could do more to help those kids with the rare diseases, the ones that don't get all the research money."
"I hear you." I said. "But Jesus said 'the poor will always be among us'. There's only so much we can do."
Teresa said "I know. And I'm not an advocate of State Socialized Medicine,
as there will never be money for research under that system
... but I just wish I could do something to help make that research possible... so that little girls like Sarah, and... and Amy... wouldn't have to die so young."
I just nodded and put my arm around Teresa's shoulders, and led her out of the Hospital and to my Police SUV...
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In the pre-dawn gloaming of Friday, April 10th, Police Chief Harold Bennett stopped his vehicle on the road in front of the cemetery. Walking through the gate and up the walkway, he came upon the tombstones of Teresa Croyle's family. Her sister Alexis's headstone was on the right. In the middle was her father's, with the words 'Medal of Honor' inscribed. And to the left was Teresa's mother's headstone, in pink marble... which was now a pile of shattered rock.
"Who the hell would do something like this?" Chief Bennett said angrily to himself and the Wind that was blowing across the grounds. He turned to go back to his car. Just as he arrived, three masked men, wearing all black, sprang from around the car!