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.
Yesterday I took pizza to the nursing home, for the three of us. When Riverdale Pizzeria has the pizza with marinara sauce, we're in luck. The three of us really enjoyed it, even cold.
No comments:
Post a Comment