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.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday night services
My father likes to go to services - and still reads Hebrew, though he's not at all religious. He tried going at the Hebrew Home, but whe was barred because he makes strange growling noises sometimes...people were distracted and complained. I know that people get used to his sounds after a few weeks, but not all the same people showed up each time. So much for that. The rabbi is a nice guy - he always stops and says hello when we're sitting in the lobby.
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