Today, Ian pointed to his stomach. I couldn't figure out why despite asking several questions that might have led me to understand what he was trying to say. Then, later, it occurred to us that because of the circumstances he was two hours past his lunch. He was pointing to his stomach for one reason that should have been obvious. Duh.
Tonight, he was with friends he hadn't seen in a long time, and he was so alert and attentive as they interacted with each other and as they talked to him.
It's as though he's so close to the surface that we can see him in there, but we can't get him out. The Lord is the only one who can help him.