Summary: By Richard Hunt “He couldn’t remember the name of our dog. And he would ask the name of our dog about ten times a day. His grandchildren, my kids, my oldest is 17 and my youngest is 12, and every day he would ask them their names. And sometimes he would remember them, but he would ask their names again and again and again.” And when it came to God, “We would always have him (Paul) pray for dinner, and when he would pray for dinner, it was like there he was. And there was his mind, and it was clear again and he knew what he was thinking and saying. “When I would put him to bed at night, I felt like I was putting my kids to bed when they were four and five, and he would talk to me in the same way, and I’d give him a hug and a kiss, and I’d tuck him in.”
