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.
I don't know if my father was more tired than usual or if this was his after-lunch tiredness. He's not eating. The nurse reported that he gained two pounds last week because they had him on supplements. I said I thought it was the three Dunkin Donut milkshakes.
Since he choked on the third milkshake, I haven't brought another - at least until after the swallow test. I was told that milk was really bad for him because of all the phlegm he has.