He was leaning forward a bit and squinting. Speaking is difficult and words are often mixed up but he was mouthing aloud, “B – - Bob – - -”
I looked in the direction and there on a resident’s door was the name “Brian”.
(Shortly before I had just told him that Brian and Mark send their love.)
“That name on the door is Brian, Wayne. Same as one of our sons.”
He agreed and I could tell he remembered. “Would you like to say hi to Brian?”
He smiled and nodded a yes.
Got Brian on the line and Wayne couldn’t say hi but he was smiling the biggest, happiest smile all the while Brian spoke to him. How precious is that?