They're both colorful today. My father plays his electronic poker game nearly all his waking time these days. I better put some extra batteries in his locked-up drawer.
Two big benefits of the poker game: it keeps my father alert, and it keeps his hands busy so he doesn't pick at his skin.
I'm happy that the staff realizes how important it is, and they make sure it doesn't get lost.
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, February 15, 2010
Sylvia and my father
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