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
watchful, early september 09
Things were bad the evening I took this - about a month ago. Many residents were restless and an aide was nasty to two different women. My father takes it all in but rarely comments on what goes on. I know it upsets him.
Sometimes it's with dread that I visit my father. I don't know if the place will smell of soiled diapers. I don't know if someone will be screaming and others screaming "Shut up." I don't know if the tv will be blasting with some loud game show in the space everyone gets packed into sometimes.
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