Sipsworth

by Simon Van Booy

None of this has any effect on her. It is no longer Helen’s world to worry about.

“The only consolation of being the last to go,” she admits, “is knowing the people you loved the most won’t suffer the way you do in their absence.”

There’s so much I wish I could say to them, not as my parents . . . but as people who shared their lives with me.”

“You know what your gift to the world is, Sipsworth?” Helen asks him. “It’s that you bring out the best in people.”