deflated

another time I was singing to a gentleman with alzhiemer's. I didn't know that his wife who had died, use to sing to him all the time. All of a sudden he grabbed my scrub top and said lets go to bed Mabel. I cried Oh! no I'm not your wife. I have a husband. I had to pry his hand off my shirt. I quit singing to him. My how I get into some messes.

Keep Smiling, charlene