Despite the cruelties of Vascular Dementia/Alzheimer's, Lillian still has a heart of gold. I have lunch with her several times a week at Baycrest and between feeding her and she occasionally feeding me, she reaches out to the lovely women at her small table, holds their hands and tells then she loves them. The warmth and the "I love you, too" that comes back to her makes everyone smile. Even the lady who's negative comments about everything usually casts a cloud over the group, becomes gentle and can finally respond with kindness. Lillian, the real Lillian, is still there and her love shows through the dementia haze. I love her.