I’ve observed a couple of other signs of Kate’s current condition since my last post. One was yesterday when she got up from her chair on the porch to go inside. We had been talking with our neighbor next door. She walked right by the door to our apartment although she had been sitting immediately next to it. I caught her and showed her the door.
Tonight we had a similar experience. She told me she thought she would go inside and asked if I would show her the way. Once again, she was sitting immediately outside the door. This one makes me even sadder because she had to ask for help.
This afternoon as we stood up to wait between one speaker and the next in the Hall of Philosophy she wanted to move to the aisle, perhaps to have a little extra room. That was only two seats past me. I watched the whole time to make sure she was seated before the next speaker began and that she did not move away. The she started moving away from our row to the back. I could tell that she had forgotten where we were because of the way she was looking around. I reached her just as she was about to take a seat in the back of the hall. When I got to her, she said something like, “I knew you would find me.” That is all that either of us said. I took her hand, and we walked back to the front.
