"I'm going to die, arent' I?" Brian questioned
remorsefully. Lysha hung her head.
"I heard you and Kevin talking. Mom's making funeral arrangements, isn't she?" he continued. Lysha didn't know how to respond to these questions. Both she and Brian were only five and he was being really mature in his thoughts. After that, they sat, ate and slept in silence, just enjoying each other being there. But when Brian stopped taking his pills after the surgery, Lysha panicked.
Jackie Littrell was scared for her son. She knew that there was nothing that she herself could do, so she gave it up in prayer.
"Dear Lord, I have forgotten your hand in this. Because of my intervention, I may have caused my little boy his life. If not me, please bring someone into his life who can turn this around. But, your will be done. I leave it in your hands...."
It was the fourth day Brian had not taken his medication. He was getting worse and worse with every passing hour it seemed to Lysha. His skin had gone ghostly white and his eyes had lost their sparkle. The nurse, Hilda, brought them their lunch and medication. She never stayed to make sure that they took their pills. Brian was about to throw his out the window as usual, but a fury and rage had built up inside Lysha. Her voice growled, almost inhumanly.
"Brian Littrell, take your medication because if you don't, the world will lose a good singer and I bet even the angels will cry that you're dead."
Brian, still had his hand in mid-air at the window, and Lysha was glaring at it. He pulled his arm in and popped the pills into his mouth. He painfully swallowed the huge pills and sat in silence for a minute. Then he questioned, "How did you know I liked to sing?"
Lysha smiled, "I heard you humming before your surgery. I just figured you could sing just as good. What was that song anyway?"
Brian looked shocked, "You don't know 'Amazing Grace'?"
"No."
"Oh. O.K. it goes like this...."
"Brian," Lysha asked, "What's wrong with your heart?"
"Brian replied, "There's was a hole in it."
"Oh."
They sat in silence yet again. Brian broke in, "What happened to your leg?" he asked pointing at her cast.
Lysha was taken aback. No one had ever asked her about the wounds that her father had inflicted on her, so she didn't know how to answer the question.
"I fell," she lied, not mentioning that her dad had been the one who had hit her with the table causing her to fall down the stairs.
"Oh." he replied, knowing she was lying.
Brian improved with every day. His father came visit once and Lysha almost cried over the love shown between father and son. Lysha went home the day after and told herself to forget. And she did.