February 2008 ended on a very talkative note. Not that it made much sense but it was real to Elbert. Once he blurted out, 'Oh, I left Grandpa sitting in the truck'. I just let it slide by me. Then after he went to bed he called out for his brother (who by the way lives about 800 miles from us) so I asked him what he wanted with Bob and he said he needed Bob to bring him his medicine. I'd already given him his meds but somehow he connected his brother with medicine or the lack thereof.
In the afternoon he had been making preparations for us to leave the following morning.... by bus, no less, and was busy checking his wallet to see if he had enough money for a ticket. He still carries his wallet minus any important papers and with only a couple dollars in it. You can't take every bit of independence from them. He got up and went to the closet to get his clothes packed for the trip. I had one hard time getting him re-directed from that. He was so insistent. Maybe next month he will be much better. We can always hope, can't we?
I wish Elbert was more comfortable with being here at home with me but he is not convinced that he lives here and nothing I say can change that. How nice it would be to say, 'Honey, you and I live in this nice house together. Our family is nearby and we are so lucky'. But, that doesn't matter to him. He gets restless and wants to leave, however he can... be it by bus or walking or catching a ride. Be content, sweet hubby. So, we both can have peace.