Yesterday, for a change of view, we were in a large room by the elevator which has a tv, puzzle table, and a piano.
I spotted some music books, and thought they may have hymns. Even better, they were full of songs from the 20's through 40's.
I would read them, or sing if I remembered the tune, and he would take over, with me singing along with him, filling in a missing line, getting us through another verse. My sister would join in.
My father had a wonderful baritone voice, weaker now. A lovely daughter of a patient was hanging outside, then, responded to an invite, and came in to join us. She went to get her mom, who declined, but, she thought maybe another time.
It brought smiles to staff.