My father sometimes has no appetite, so the food sits in front of him and gets thrown away. Then other times he has a huge appetite, but he's been switched to very little food because he'd had no appetite.
I wish they were more flexible at the nursing home, and more attentive.
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, January 13, 2011
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