They looked alert, well, almost as good as they had been before Uncle Harry's fall and fractured hip and surgery. We sat and talked and they were able to carry on a conversation...Harry lost his train of thought maybe twice...but he was in good humor, able to tell us stories from their past. Mimi had a good appetite and was busy eating her lunch with gusto. Harry said that when he left there he was going to write a letter to the head honcho to let them know the food was terrible! He asked me to please not tell him to eat it. I didn't. (Or I stopped).
I can't help but see my mother in my aunts face at times (her eldest sister) and myself too I think in a few years time. Especially how she held her hands. Just like mom and me. DH brought Harry a CD player with headphones and a Yiddish music CD. He loves the Yiddish language and music. We lost him for a while then as he listened with beatific smiles on his face and his hands strumming an imaginary guitar. We left it there for him to continue to enjoy.