My mother died on June 23, 2013 at the age of 86. During the last five months of her life she suffered a progressive decline in her health and in the end became bedridden and helpless. Within this period I visited my mother several times in Albuquerque, New Mexico where she was living with my father in the home I grew up in. I realized our time together was coming to an end. I was compelled to photograph my mother and objects in the house that reminded me of her. I wanted to create something tangible that would connect me to my mother when my memories of her would start to fade. I also photographed my father during his last weeks with my mother and shortly after her death. My ability to see this familiar environment with a fresh perspective was my mother’s last gift to me.