A

Today, A is dying. Never the same since returning from a recent hospital stay, her once happy chatter had become weird whining noises. She could no longer enjoy her meals, or hoard all the clothing protectors. Her annoying tissue and cookie messes in her room were suddenly missed. Audrey was mottling when I left work. I held her hand,which was surprisingly warm.... she gripped mine. I glance above her bed to a corkboard covered in smiling faces of family members.  I wonder why not one of them are here to hold her hand. I don't think I will see her again.