The woman in my father's bathroom doorway is a resident who wandered in. She walked over to the mirror (where she's facing now) and began a long, soft conversation with the person in the mirror. She didn't seem to recognize herself.
Nor did she acknowledge my father or me.
When I mentioned to my father that he had a visitor, he winked.
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.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
he still loves to wink
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