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.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
dad walking with a walker - but now in a wheelchair
January 30, 2008. My father doesn't use his walker anymore, as far as I can see. When I ask, I'm told he does. But this is probably the last time I saw him use it.
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