THINGS CHANGE AS THEY REMAIN THE SAME
The Garden is the name of the wing for the alzhaimer's patients where we visit. This is the place where the dear lady became totally confused a couple of weeks ago. Today she was completely fine and sang with George the whole time. I find their far-out moments precious not in a fun ha ha way, but in a way that allows me to know them better and love them more for having lost the precious memories good or bad. Everything in your life belongs to you whether it is good or bad. We want to only call... Sign in to see full entry.