After weeks of long hours, sitting vigil as your mother was losing her battle against cancer, you left so you could shower, change clothes, and make some decent coffee. When you got back to the hospital, her nurses told you that, as the dying often do, your mother had died while you were gone. Her body was already in the hospital morgue, awaiting instructions.

her hospital room
empty, starched sheets on the bed
her bags by the door

Bio: Gary S. Rosin