Do you remember what it is like to wake up in a strange room? That sense of disorientation happens to me sometimes when I travel. It takes a moment or two for me to realize I am not at home in my own room. This helped me to understand what my mother may have been feeling when she asked so often, “Where am I?” I think she may have been wondering if she were dead yet. She was in a hospital in Virginia, a long way from her home in New Jersey, and rousing not from sleep but from a state of consciousness that was moving to the next life. Over and over we told her she was in Mount Vernon Hospital in Alexandria, Virginia, and the time and date.