Get Me To Newark Airport

Saturday morning, Sam was asking everyone to get her to Newark Airport so she could get on a flight out of there. Or at least this is what was told to me by the aids working with her when I arrived late morning. They also told me that when they were at breakfast and listening to the news, Sam seemed upset to learn about Walter Cronkite's death. They asked Sam if she new who Walter Cronkite was and she apparently said without missing a beat..."he was a newscaster". They were impressed. Sam was doing very well again yesterday and I now realize that among other reasons, it is mainly because her short-term memory just seems to be slightly better. For instance, I stepped out of her room to go check the chart to see what was scheduled for dinner. Five minutes later when I returned to her room, Sam looked at me and said...."So, what's for dinner tonight?" Although that might not seem like much, it is simply amazing, since that means there was carry-over from when I left the room to when I returned. This has not been happening- i.e. short-term memory loss. I teared -up because it is these incremental changes that are significant. Later on, when Sam and I were talking about how much we love each other, Sam looked at me and said, "you are everything I want". Sam is the most important person in the world to me, and so to have her be able to express herself so clearly and passionately is deeply moving.