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.
Sometimes on the way to visit my father I wonder if he'll be dead. He's 94. He seems to be relatively healthy, but he's old. And then when I walk into his room and see him stretched out like this, I watch for some movement.
He looks so peaceful and relaxed when he's napping. I hope this is the way he passes away.