The Day the Black Bird Broke Free
On the morning she died, Selina had woken up earlier than usual. Her left side, having been paralyzed from a stroke, was heavier than it had ever been and as she called to Tom, her weary husband to help her up, she sighed in in surrender to the heaviness of what her body had become. It had won over her spirit. It had won over her will. She had fought the most difficult fight of life, one’s spirit against the body. Her mind had had failed to prevail over her “matter.” She didn’t know that it would be her last morning on earth, but she couldn’t shake off a song:
