Visions III

“She was having (Big Sister), who was just too big. The blood kept coming and they just couldn’t stop it. Big Sister was just too big. There was so much blood, she died,” he said unhappily. Since my sister was tall, I assumed he was integrating that memory into his vision, that of my mother giving birth to a full adult.
“I’m sorry that she died,” I said. “What was her name?”
“Pat, her name was Pat. But you have to understand how much blood there was, and they just couldn’t stop it. It only happened a little while ago,” he said mournfully, experiencing in his mind as reality the terrible events he was describing. I mourned with him, deciding not to try to talk him out of what he believed so strongly.