My husband 96-year-old grandmother came to live with us for many years of independence. We did all the things we could make her feel comfortable, in our home, including giving her the private telephone line for their bedroom One evening we were having a party while the phone rang. It was a telephone operator, who asked, “Do you have a grandmother on upstairs? “Yes, what was happened?” my husband replied. “Well,” the operator again continued, “She can't remember your phone number, and she like a cup of tea.”