I visited my grandfather yesterday, and we played a mean game of chess.
Took over 90 minutes, and I won; but only just, which provides me with the pleasure of knowing he still has his wits and strategic knowledge.
It's been over a year now, since he had those two mild strokes, and while we all know he will not improve very much, it's things like this that keep me happy, and hoping not all is lost.
I hope we can keep on playing for a long time to come.
Cheers, K.