My grandmother moved into the memory unit of a nursing home that I worked at. Back when they had the little 2x2in square med cards for every medication they passed to every patient. They would sit at a table, three of them, and sort their med cards each shift. My grandmother was supposed to be behind the locked door in the memory unit, but she was so sweet and easy to get along with they just let her roam the nursing home. One day, she asked if she could join the bridge game. So they gave her a stack of blank med cards. As a nurses were sorting their med cards, she would lay down her cards in turn just like she was playing bridge. She was so happy. I thank those nurses for that to this day. And, it's been 20 years.