Priest closed his eyes and drifted back to unconsciousness. He had been doing this a lot lately, even before the possession and the storm. Everything was black and then finally peaceful.
“He wanted to name you Jonathon”
A voice spoke, that of a lovely young lady. She was no older than 24 years of age, yet she cradled an infant in her arms.
“I think it’s a beautiful name.”
The young mother rubbed the baby’s head softly, a gentle smile on his face.
“He, your father, is not here anymore."
"He died serving the country."
"He was a hero among men."
"He loved us very much. He wished that he could be here."
