The rigors of the Christmas season appeared to have been the turning point.  Alberta visibly declined in the weeks following, at times not wanting to get out of bed.  She still spoke with clear articulation, but the rest of her body seemed to be in revolt. Everyone around her understood that late-stage dementia was having its way with her already frail condition.  It seemed clear to Jenny that her mother understood her state and was doing her best to manage it.  They could still enjoy lengthy talks, but, inevitably, Alberta would lose her train of thought or bring up another subject totally unrelated to the discussion. It was a welcome benefit that England’s winter, this year, was unseasonably warm, permitting Alberta to sit out in her garden, sometimes for…