Just had a hard visit. I miss him so much, you guys. I'm not certain he really knew who I was, but he's not talking much anymore, so I don't really know. We just sat together, and at one point he grabbed my hand and kissed it and smiled. A while later it seemed obvious he wanted me to go. He was turning away, he looked so sad. Then he started covering his face like he didnt want us to see him. Like he was ashamed or embarassed. My heart broke in a thousand pieces. He's so unsteady on his feet now. He looks so vacant sometimes. I can't believe it has only been a year since he moved. Things have progressed so fast.
I just want him to hug me back. Thats all.
