Last night, I saw Gary for dinner and he was chatty in complete sentences .....they didn't make sense for the context of the conversation or what was going on the room....but complete sentences none-the-less. He held my hand and would not let go. If I tried to get up to get more water or talk to another resident, he held on. It was a cross between sweet and scary. I could not tell what he was feeling.
Today, I went to visit about 10:30 am with the plan of staying through 12:45 and then meeting a friend at the grocery store. He was sitting in his chair sound asleep. I said hello and he raised his head. He was in such a stupor that his eyes rolled around and he went back to sleep. I took his hand and held it. He grasped my hand and went back to sleep.