Margo Noon

I spent yesterday covering a job for a good friend whose mother had just passed away.
The job happened to be in my home town of Grantham where my mother still lives in a nursing home, so his misfortune turned into my fortune as I was able to visit her.
I'm sure she hasn't long to go and every time I see her I have an unnerving feeling that will be the last.
She doesn't want to be here, she's confused and frightened, she's always hated being in the home and desperately wants to join my, recently deceased dad, who has been 'visiting' her. This photo is a rare smile as the majority of time she stares blankly into space. Apart from regular visits by her large family, her only joy is her food, as she still has a healthy appetite, but that has been taken from her now and she's only allowed a disgusting concoption of nutrition which closely resembles wallpaper paste.
I wish there was another way. I wish she could have a dignified way out.
I wish I could find the words..............