The nursing home makes an attempt to be festive, to post new year's wishes....and I'm happy it's a new year for my father. And he's definitely feeling more chipper than last year, thanks to Sylvia.
Sylvia asked yesterday how much longer I wanted her to go to my father's. I was surprised. I told her as long as she wanted, and asked if she wanted to quit. She said no, she likes my father.
I know it's hard for Sylvia - she has a long commute, and the winter is cold. That means a long walk to the first bus, then waiting, then a wait for the second bus.
I hope she doesn't quit. But I guess I could find someone else.
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.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
new year
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