Continuing thanks, folks. Grandma Jo's a tough one. Against all expectations, she rallied some today, squeezed my Dad's hand and again showed some level of responsiveness and awareness.
Oh, and one of those stories that sends a chill: two weeks ago, Grandma Jo was visiting her sister. Her sister, hearing some activity in the kitchen, came in and found Grandma there.
"What's wrong?"
Grandma said, very calmly, that she'd had a dream. "I can't sleep. Bob said he's ready for me."
"Bob" is my late grandfather.
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