When I visit Wayne, I take treats such as grapes, his fav apples or bran muffins.
Yesterday one of the residents saw the food, got up and brought a bib for Wayne.
The resident no longer talks so I was careful he meant for us to have it.
It’s amazing one can figure out what a resident is trying to say most times.
Dirty rotten Alzheimer’s, you stole the mind of a PhD in physics. I hate you more than you will ever know -and all my friends and family hate you, too!