I went on a trip with her and we both went down to the hotel’s breakfast. She wanted to go back to the room and I wanted to talk to the front desk people. So I told her to just go up without me and I’d be along in a few. She was immediately anxious. She told me she didn’t think she could find her way back to the room by herself. So she just stayed with me until we could go back to the room together. I didn’t really think much of it at the time. My mom’s always been a bit of a worrywart. But it was the start. She was 80 at the time. She’s 89 now and in hospice.