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.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
My granddaughter rubbing cocoa butter into dad's feet
Taken November 2006: Charlotte was very sweet with my father - I rubbed cocoa butter into one foot, and she offered to do the second. He didn't even sit up today - not feeling well - but the visit was fine. They made animal sounds at each other.
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