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.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Neat - courtesy of Sylvia
Sylvia keeps my father's closet neat and tidy. I used to straighten out his clothing every once in a while, but Sylvia even keeps the hangers facing the same way. I wonder if my father notices. He was always neat, organized man, and he took pride in that.
Labels:
alzheimer's,
closet,
clothing,
dad,
Hebrew Home for the Aged,
neat,
nursing home
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