My mother was a gardener and her favorite plant was the orchid. She had a regular schedule of watering and caring for her orchids, but she is no longer able to tend to her garden. Without her care, they have gone dormant and will not bloom. She spends her days drifting in and out of thoughts that are only known to her. As dementia takes over, her body is waning, her memory is fading. At the end of the each day, her silent smile goodnight is the sign of hope that she is still with us.