sky in the background.  It was pretty all right, but not as pretty as the ones he had seen with his Dessie over the years.  He wondered how such a bad thing as this deathly sickness at home could be going on at the same time as this such loveliness and awe inspiring beauty.

     Dessie put the sheet over Mrs. Maddock’s face, closing the old woman’s eyes.  Dessie wiped away a few tears that crawled down her cheeks.  The men took the woman’s body and put her in the wooden coffin, outside, next to her husband, who had died only a few hours before.  Dessie knew deep in her heart that Mrs. Maddock was dead because her husband was.  The old lady had lost the will to live and fight the sickness when her husband lost his fight.  She had weake...

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