My father can't stay awake - at least when I visit...and I got in yesterday by accident, apparently - the floor is on quarantine for upper respiratory infections....but I hadn't been informed.
He's very hungry, losing a lot of weight - they're not feeding him properly. And that, I believe, is why he's so exhausted.
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, November 15, 2009
L1037727 at lunch
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