For weeks before her massive stroke, Mom was not quite herself.  Never one to complain, she was losing interest in eating.  We were scratching our heads and tempting her with all kinds of food....her favorite things....each day at every meal.  For the first time in my life she was just pushing the food around on the plate, or dumping it out completely and washing her dish so we wouldn't know.  In fact, on Thanksgiving she actually spent a lot of time cutting up a green bean from the traditional casserole. You get the idea.  She was falling asleep at the table while waiting for dessert to be served. We got her back to her room and sitting comfortably in her recliner.  After cleaning up and while my husband took his mom home, I scooped up Mom and took her for a ride...her favorite thing on earth.  So glad now that we had that ride together.