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, January 17, 2011
Looking pretty good, considering
My father looks better this month than last - in spite of his fractured femur, in spite of having fallen out of bed again Friday. The color in this picture is unusual - I usually use the same camera and shoot in the same places, but here the softness and the blue of my father's eyes show up so nicely.
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