Some people twitch just before drifting off to sleep, but Mom always moaned or sighed. We used to laugh about it when I tried to imitate how she sounded and sometimes she would wake herself, much as if you heard yourself snore. As I’m sitting next to her hospital bed, nothing has changed and here and there Mom is nodding off, while sighing each time. Today I reflect back on her challenging life and the many troubles she has faced. I don’t know why, but today it feels like all control seizes and when she drifts off to slumberland, it is then that the sounds of a tortured soul emerge which are deeply rooted within.