4/25/06 My father has always loved to read. Here he's at the Fairfield nursing home, where he had good light and a (plastic) wing chair to relax in. I brought him loads of magazines from my daughter, who got them through airline miles and saved them up specifically for my father.
Now he still has magazines, but he's in a dark room at a different nursing home, and he doesn't really enjoy magazines any more. He can't really read them - but I'm not sure he could read when he spent all those hours leafing through them.
My father used to fall asleep reading books or the newspaper on the couch when I was little. I don't remember seeing him actually read.
My father died peacefully on February 6, 2012. I had arrived a few hours before he died, so I had time to sit by him and talk and even moisten his lips with the long-promised scotch I had with me. I don't know if he heard me, but he smacked his lips from the scotch, My father had Alzheimer's and had donated his brain to the Alzheimer's study he'd been part of at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center. I'll continue to post for a while.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
engrossed
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