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.
My father told me that a man came to town (McKeesport, Pennsylvania) once a year with that pony and a camera, and everyone lined up for pictures. This was probably taken in the mid 1920s, since my father was born in 1915.