This past weekend, we made a hastily planned trip to Wisconsin to see my grandpa. He had just had surgery to remove blood that was trapped on his brain. This kind of thing is extremely serious for anyone, let alone someone who happens to be 93 years old. He is recovering much in the same way as if he'd had a stroke. He is having to re-learn everyday things, like eating and talking. His progress is surprising everyone. The doctors were questioning if he would ever be able to eat again, then the next day, he ate potatoes. His speech is improving and he's even surprised us with some of his old funny comebacks. He is having a lot of trouble wish his short term memory, though.
He loved seeing Lily. He lit up when she came in the room, even wanting to hold all 18 lbs of her. That was great to see. He's always loved babies. I wasn't sure if he knew exactly who she was when I told him "This is your great grand-daughter, Lily". He still looked a little confused. Then I said "From California, remember, we went and got her in California?". His eyes got bright, "This is HER!", he said.