As her body grew silent her breath motionless. No more moans of pain. I felt as if I could see her spirit rise from her body. I should have felt some sort of sadness but only joy came from her death. A single tear of joy fell from my eyes as family looked on with pity for me. I loved her she was my soul mate, but in her last years I could not stand to be near her to watch her body deteriorate before my eyes. To know that I could do nothing to stop her illness. In the beginning I had believed that I would be her medicine. To help her smile when the pain hit. To help ease her mind from the inevitable end that would befall her. However after watching her grow weaker and knowing that without someone to help her namely me she could not perform the simplest of tasks. Her orders seemed to please me at first to know that I could be of some help and then later it burden me. My every day spent with her taking her to the bathroom spoon-feeding her, her meals. Cleaning her withered body when the smell got to strong. Visitors looked at me with whisper of how amazing I am for taking on this task. And I ate it up all the praise all the complements of how much of a wonderful person I was. Me knowing how I hated it. Now it is all over the day has come and I am rejoiced. I shall surely go to hell for these feelings in me. I cover her face with the sheet and now can begin my life again as what would seem to be a free woman. I do pray that she is in a better place and that she is no longer in pain. However to see the walls outside of this place will be a blessing. Yes I shall surely go to hell for these feelings.