The day after I returned from meeting the other photographers who make up this aGathering group my mother died. She had spent the last 5 years in hospital care, bedridden and reliant on a nursing staff for the daily intimacies of her life. The last few weeks were painful, not only for her but for us, her family. The weeping leg ulcers, the wasted frame and the rotting smell of her body were so far removed from the person we had known that my memory couldn't recall how she used to fill our lives with fun and laughter. I feel a sense of relief and grief as I hope that her spirit is no longer kept in that dark place.