One of the things that I will always remember about my mother is her hands. I can close my eyes even now and still feel them on my arm, the small of my back, brushing my hair back behind my ear. When I decided to take photos of my mom's last days in hospice, I wanted to be sure to capture those hands that meant so much to me, and countless others. Its was Lent, and she made me promise that her nails (fingers and toes) would be purple. It was the least I could do. I love you mom, and I miss you more than words can say.