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So, Harold’s mental state has finally declined enough that the doctors are talking dementia. Great. It seems it is time for a family meeting to discuss when we take what actions. It has been a long day. He ahs acted totally out of, convinced there is a house in Swan that looks exactly like ours (um, it is ours-we live in it). He is just gone. We will see how things are tomorrow. As far as the day sucking, my sister in law came over to drop off a trailer they had borrowed and brought her girls with her. My son is highly mobile. My daughter knows to close the basement door behind her. You see where I am going with this. I COULD HAVE KILLED THEM. I hear thuds, then cries, yes, my son fell down the stairs. I only pray that he actually managed to maneuver down most of htem and only caught a few. He seems okay. A goose egg on the side of his head, but acting normal. His eyes seem to be dilating. I seriously could have ended them. I couldn’t believe it. They are older than Liv by a couple years and are not smart enough to close the door. They have stairs and little brother also. Luckily, their mom was totally on my side, but I just couldn’t stop screaming at them. If he has any residual injury, I don’t know how long it will take me to get over it. I know at this point they are not to leave the couch when they are at my house. My heart is still racing, I am still sick to my stomach and he is now sleeping, though I will be waking him a few times tonight. What a day (though I did enjoy the afternoon spent with Sarah;) )