I saw Sam last Saturday....five days ago. It took me four days to think about what I wanted to say, and I've been flat out so - finally - here I am. A lot has happened, Sam's friend and neighbor Elaine Dixon died after several days of being in critical condition from an accident, she was hit and run over by a car. Some of Sam's good friends have arranged for him to get to the funeral this Saturday, bless them. I know its important to Sam.
He's having a rough time. He won't admit it, probably, but here's my suspicion. The reality of the decay of the speech center and fine motor control muscles that produce speech is here. His mind is still as sharp as ever, but its harder to tell because it takes him so much effort to speak. Folks have to be more patient than ever, adjusting to his speed, and reading very small cues. I gave him a hard time about not giving cues sometimes when he thinks what he wants is so damn obvious any fool would get it (!) - but folks are trying to be respectful and be sure. I said he's gotta give us those cues even when it seems obvious to him.