I love you

Today Poppa told me he loved me. I also heard him tell Mom he loved her as well. I cried both times. He was in a "panic" mood today. These are the days he sits around wild eyed, watching us very carefully like he's trying to figure out who we are or where he's at. These are the days that are hardest on me. The days he's sick are difficult, but the days he's scared - those are the worst. I can't stand the thought of him being scared. These are days Mom and I are quiet and spend alot of time touching him and looking him in the eyes. These are the days I Hate. So, in the midst of all this fear, he looked at me and said, "I love you." I pray for him to sleep tonight. He usually tosses, turns and grunts all night after a panic mood day. I moved the head of his hospital bed closer to Mom's bed so that she could reach out and touch him during the night. He doesn't understand why they are sleeping in seperate beds for the first time in 57 years. He asked her last night if she could get in bed with him.
Don't take what I am about to say wrong, but often times I wonder, why is he still here? There's got to be a purpose/reason/explanation AND will I ever know it? So, I just take everyday and enjoy it and days like today when he looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes and says, "I love you" I don't care why he's here. I'm just glad he is.