I drove up to Pardeeville and spent an hour or so with Mom this morning. She seemed to recognize me because her face lit up when she saw me. We went and sat outdoors on the patio and she enjoyed watching the birds and feeling the breeze. Our conversations are very limited, it was mostly about Frisco - the one name she kept remembering. At one point, she said to me, "there's only the 3 of us left now", so I think she is aware that Mike and Dan are gone. It was a beautiful summer day with a nice breeze and the humidity wasn't too bad.
I stopped for a chat with Pat and Roger on my way back to Stoughton. It was great to see them again!