He's really confused now, in a really weird way. He thinks he's in jail and they're torturing him. It's probably a combination of the lack of oxygen, the pain, and the meds. He didn't remember how old I was, he couldn't even recognize Altamonte Springs. But it's weird because he remembers Casselberry.
He's much more comfortable at the hospice. The room is very large. The furnishings are very new and everything is clean. He keeps on remarking how nice the place is.
I hate to see him like this. He's fought such a good fight. Hope he can be comfortable all the way to the end.
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