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.
Chopped peas, chopped hamburger, and chopped french fries. They actually taste fine. Plus toffutti, bread and margerine, a banana, honey-thick orange juice and water. But he barely eats.
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