On my way back to Tucson. Sitting in the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport. Stopped at the Hilton today to see Aunt Olive and was shocked that she had been down in the activities room after her bath and after getting her hair done. According to the staff, she was full of it today, and they were right. When I got there, she was sitting in her chair fully dressed, nibbling at her noon meal. 

When I said I was going back to Tucson for a while, she got upset. "You mean you're going to miss my funeral?" 

No, I said, if there's a funeral, I'll come back for it.

That was all she needed to know. 

Olive still seems to think she's going to die in a matter of days, but all indications are that she is back to where she was a month ago.