 She rallied around my birthday. We went out and went to a hibachi, and she was drinking, you know, how they squirt sake and throw food at you, and she was catching it. Thankfully, we got that all on film, so we have that memory left. And all the kids were there, which, you know, all our kids were there here in Maine. And by July, she had no idea who she was, no idea who I was. But as that decline occurred, there was a period where Mom thought I was Dad, her husband.