“Maybe its the simple things,” she slurred, her mouth slightly agape. I could see how unfocused her eyes were, how uncertain and shaky her thoughts became. She was gone. Almost a body without a soul. Her hand clenched mine as her eyes rolled around in her head like marbles.

“Maybe the simple things what, ma?” I muttered, pulling the sheet up and tucking it under her chin.

“Maybe the simple things will make life worth living after I am gone,” her eyes focused on me for a split second before resuming their journey.

For once since the beginning of her hospital stay she made sense. And then everything stopped. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth sagged, and a high pitched tone filled the room.

She was gone after one spec of sanity, one moment of clarity. A nurse came in and checked her pulse then motioned for a doctor.

I squeezed my mother’s hand and smiled. Now she wont have to suffer.