Ruth places her pie plate in the empty sink. She peers out the window and smiles thinking about her grandchildren finding new sleds under their Christmas tree in the morning. She’s sorry to have to miss it.
She returns to the living room, comforted by the dim light of her small tree. Howard would never allow her to downsize, but her first Christmas without him, she didn’t hesitate.
She sits in her favorite chair and pulls the blanket around her; she always seems to be cold these days.
She closes her eyes, one last time, and dreams about her wonderful life.