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.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Lost in Thought
Sometimes my father looks very thoughtful. I know (despite his Alzheimers) he has times when he "thinks things over." The other day he told me he was confused, he didn't know where he lives. I feel awful when he says that - what a scary feeling to be lost. I went back the next day - though I don't usually go two days in a row - and he was fine. I wonder if something upset him.
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