Lids drooping, eyes glazed wandering lazily unfocussed around the room. The words are clear but not the meaning. Ideas float between reality and fantasy and back again. Memories and people from the past leap into the present. The present fades. Joys and sorrows true and imagined struggle for presence. A fist clamped in frustration, the face contorts and the eyes narrow but that memory, that fact, that important point refuses to come. The eyes wander lazily again. But this I know and hold firm that the heart and soul behind those fading eyes are in His hands!