When I got back from Calgary mid-January 2013, the first thing I did was go to see Mom. This is how I found her at about 20:45 on January 19:
She had her nightgown on over her trousers and her sweater on top; she was lying in bed. She looked sad, lost, and depressed. She responded in a whisper to my questions.
I helped her to get up and to get undressed; I took pictures of her legs.
