Grace is laying on the couch, clutching her dog who happily stays with her. The caregiver is next to her in a chair. I go into the kitchen to stir my simmering oatmeal.
Grace: "Edie? Edie? Can you come here?"
Caregiver: "Grace, what do you need?"
Grace: "Edie? I need you."
I walk over to her
Me: "What do you need?"
Grace: "I need.... I need...."
Grace looks around, concentrating on her scattered thoughts.
Grace: "I need you to tell me I'm alright."
Minutes later she is on one of her walks. She shuffles through the kitchen in her walker, the caregiver right behind her.
Grace: "Is that a refrigerator?"
Grace: "They have a refrigerator here? That's nice."