Alzheimer's may have taken his short term memory but he is still the gallant man who loves to help. He is the one who charges ahead to open doors for those with walkers or wheel chairs or move a chair in the dining room to assist.
Once again more dining room humor: A dear 95 yr old woman joined He-Who, another resident and me at a table for four. She mouthed "I can't hear anything" and pointed to her ears. Oh dear, the other three of us are thinking. It seemed she couldn't talk above a whisper if she can't hear...strange. The more she indicated that she couldn't hear, the more concerned the rest of us, especially He-Who. She kept mouthing how quiet it was but she managed to order lunch and ate well. I wrote on a napkin that perhaps she should contact her daughter and that we would help her do that. "No, no," she mouthed. "My daughter is coming. I am fine." She finished her lunch and left leaving the three of us debating what to do and with questions like "did she have a TIA (mini-stroke), should we go with her, should we contact the nursing staff?" He-Who insisted we go down and report it so the nurse would go by and check on her.
That evening I went to play Mexican Train Dominoes with friends and mentioned the incident. "Oh, she does that all the time. She forgot her hearing aids again." Whew! Good grief!
End of story of life on the funny farm.