As I walked down Mama & Daddy's hallway this morning she looked up at me and said, "OH! I'd forgotten you were coming." She held her arms out for me to come to her and I gave her a hug and kiss. She's quite aware and alert. As she brushed her teeth she hit her lip instead of her open mouth and said, "My coordination isn't what it should be!" So, she realizes what is going on. I told her it was the medicine that was causing it.

Daddy is doing all he can and gets frustrated when she doesn't react the way he thinks she should (but it has been that way for their whole married life!). A hospice aide came out and bathed/changed her; she was just incredibly gentle and I remarked that her job was a real ministry to people who can't do for themselves.