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.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
My father studying the art...
...and Sylvia walking ahead....she has a hard time walking at his pace when he's looking at things (which is most of the time).
It used to drive me crazy, walking so slowly alongside him. But now I'm used to it, and I let him paddle along with his feet, at his speed, and try to push the chair only when he needs help.
Labels:
alzheimer's,
dad,
dementia,
Hebrew Home for the Aged,
looking at art,
sylvia,
wheelchair
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