Great Grandpa Bob, as the kids call him, has his good days and his bad. My father periodically writes about them here. He was very alert on Friday when we saw him, correctly identifying the two grandchildren and four great grandchildren and telling us all where to find the cookies on the counter. On Saturday his eyes weren't as bright and he kept asking me if I'd be the one driving him at 5 a.m. He never said where.
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