My husband was a university teacher all his life and an author too. Reading and writing was a huge part of his life. It was very sad when he no longer had any interest to read, nor write anymore. When he was moved into a home at first he thought he was in a school and the little bit he shared with me was often sentences about how he was working on notes or had to go to a meeting. things like that. I am keeping a journal. Some of his one liners to me and my children are amazing. Last summer I asked him what he might like me to bring him from home. He asked me to bring him a "paragraph." Another day he looked at me and my sister and told us "the table of contents is missing." A few months ago I asked him how he was doing. He said, "less than minus." On Sunday night - nights are such a different time to visit than day time - it's very quiet as many of the resident shave been ticked in. always a great time to talk to the night care aides and LPN. On Sunday night he told me he was living in a house on the web site. Wow. I didn't think he even knew anymore what a web site is.