Day to Day

Yesterday was a good day for my husband. He seemed more aware than he usually is. He was laughing with our grandson, Conell, and seemed as though he understood what was gong on. It is hard day to day knowing what he is aware of. It is on those days when I feel as though hope is still there after 12 years of caring for him. There are days when I have not much hope, then something happens and my hope is renewed.