Walking Disaster

numbers on the box beside her. I touched Mommy’s wrist. Becky’s eyes seemed to know something I
didn’t, and that made my stomach feel sick.
    “You know, Travis,” Becky said, leaning down so she could look me in the eyes, “the medicine I’m giving your mommy will make her sleep, but even though she’s
sleeping, she can still hear you. You can still tell Mommy that you love her and that you’ll miss her, and she’ll hear everything you say.”
    I looked at Mommy but quickly shook my head. “I don’t want to miss her.”
    Becky put her soft, warm hand on my shoulder, just like Mommy used to when I was upset. “Your mom wants to be here with you. She wants that very much. But Jesus wants her with him right
now.”
    I frowned. “I need her more than Jesus does.”
    Becky smiled, and then kissed the top of my hair.
    Dad knocked on the door, and then it opened. My brothers crowded around him in the hallway, and Becky led me by the hand to join them.
    Trenton’s eyes didn’t leave Mommy’s bed, and Taylor and Tyler looked everywhere
but
the bed. It made me feel better somehow that they all looked as scared as I
felt.
    Thomas stood next to me, a little bit in front, like the time he protected me when we were playing in the front yard, and the neighbor boys tried to pick a fight with Tyler. “She
doesn’t look good,” Thomas said.
    Dad cleared his throat. “Mom’s been real sick for a long time, boys, and it’s time for her . . . it’s time she . . .” He trailed off.
    Becky offered a small, sympathetic smile. “Your mom hasn’t been eating or drinking. Her body is letting go. This is going to be very hard, but it’s a good time to tell your mom
that you love her, and you’re going to miss her, and that it’s okay for her to go. She needs to know that it’s okay.”
    My brothers nodded their heads in unison. All of them but me. It wasn’t okay. I didn’t want her to leave. I didn’t care if Jesus wanted her or not. She was my mommy. He could
take an old mommy. One that didn’t have little boys to take care of. I tried to remember everything she told me. I tried to glue it to the inside of my head: Play. Visit Dad. Fight for what I
love. That last thing bothered me. I loved Mommy, but I didn’t know how to fight for her.
    Becky leaned into my dad’s ear. He shook his head, and then nodded to my brothers. “Okay, boys. Let’s go say goodbye, and then you need to get your brothers in bed, Thomas.
They don’t need to be here for the rest.”
    “Yes, sir,” Thomas said. I knew he was faking a brave face. His eyes were as sad as mine.
    Thomas talked to her for a while, and then Taylor and Tyler whispered things in each of her ears. Trenton cried and hugged her for a long time. Everyone told her it was okay for her to leave us.
Everyone but me. Mommy didn’t say anything back this time.
    Thomas pulled on my hand, leading me out of her bedroom. I walked backward until we were in the hall. I tried to pretend she was just going to sleep, but my head went fuzzy. Thomas picked me up
and carried me up the stairs. His feet climbed faster when Dad’s wails carried through the walls.
    “What did she say to you?” Thomas asked, turning on the tub faucet.
    I didn’t answer. I heard him ask, and I remembered like she told me to, but my tears wouldn’t work, and my mouth didn’t either.
    Thomas pulled my dirt-soiled shirt over my head, and my shorts and Thomas the Train Underoos down to the floor. “Time to get in the tub, bubby.” He lifted me off the floor and sat me
in the warm water, soaking the rag, and squeezing it over my head. I didn’t blink. I didn’t even try to get the water off of my face, even though I hated it.
    “Yesterday, Mom told me to take care of you and the twins, and to take care of Dad.” Thomas folded his hands on the rim of the tub and rested his chin on them, looking at me.
“So that’s what I’m gonna do, Trav, okay? I’m going to take care of you. So don’t you worry. We’re going to miss Mom together, but don’t be scared.
I’m going to make sure everything’s okay. I promise.”
    I wanted to nod, or hug him, but nothing worked. Even though I should have been fighting for her, I was upstairs, in a tub full of water, still as a statue. I had already let her down. I
promised her in the very back of my head that I would do all the things she had told me as soon as my body worked again. When the sad went away, I would always play, and I