Dad was a bit unaware of things today, but he recognized me when I came in, and he asked about Mary. He talked and talked, but nothing really connected to anything else, so I just sat and listened. I took him for a walk up and down the halls of the hospital. Not sure how he felt about it, since he was fairly quiet, but it was easier for me than just sitting there.
His lunch came a little after noon, and he was mostly able to eat by himself, with a little help. He couldn't always see what he was reaching for, so I think it came as quite a shock when he bit into a cold, wet teabag!
Though most of his talking was incomprehensible, when he was finished with his lunch, he whispered to me, "You're a good kid."
Chris
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