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 weighs less than he's weighed in many years. He doesn't like the food, and I wonder if they make enough effort to give him things he'll eat. I brought him a chocolate milkshake yesterday, and he gulped down half of it in a minute. I'll bring another today, I guess.