Memories

This afternoon an old friend of George's rang from Perth. George immediately knew who he was. After the phone call he told me all about the members of his high school team, the positions they played and what has happened to them. It was astonishing how much he remembered about them all. He even remembered a phone call from one of them to tell him when one of the old team had died by putting his head under in one of the hot pools in the North Island.

At he moment George is able to talk on the phone and luckily he has two old friends from school days who ring him several times a month. One lives in the North Island and the other in Australia. It is so nice of them. When someone rings for him I immediately pass him the phone and he feels so special and talks about the conversation when he hangs up.

After I had showered and dressed him this morning - this takes over an hour - I took him out for a coffee and something to eat. He loves doing this and there were some buskers there playing jazz music. We sat in the sun and listened to them. George loved it and was singing along with them.