Thursday Zoe and I made the trek down to Tacoma to visit her mom at Western State Hospital. We left a little early so that we could visit my mom on the way home. Gerry was doing well. It's always hard to understand what she is trying to say, since she speaks in random words because of the Alzheimer's, but once in a while she will put together a sentence or two that is clear. Zoe was telling Gerry that we were going to visit my mom who is in a hospital. Gerry's response was "I'm in a hospital, too!" That was the first time we heard her verbalize that she knew where she was. My mom isn't really in a hospital. She is in a nursing home and it's probable that she won't be moving out of it. We were concerned because my mom hadn't been eating. She has been depressed. My brother Terry has been taking care of her. He only lives about 5 minutes away from her. He has been doing what he could. We brought some fresh fruit and cheesy poofs. You can always get her to eat cheesy poofs. Zoe brought a book for her and I read to her from it. We got her to laugh. We made the midnight boat back to the Island. It's a long day visiting both moms but they both need it. I go down tomorrow to pick up some stuff from where she had been living. She won't be going back there.