My father has itches: on his head, on his nose especially. Sometimes he rubs the itch so much that he breaks the skin.
I think if he had moisturizer applied, he probably wouldn't itch so much. But I may be wrong. I have to pick my battles, and that's not the most urgent.
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, December 21, 2009
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Your writing is such a strong statement of the love for your father.
Thanks for sharing.
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