I have so many pictures of my father "reading." When I offer a section of the paper to the others at his table, they usually accept, and they, too, "read." So many residents were readers, surely.
But with Alzheimers - or dementia - the ability to understand written words, I guess, goes....vocabulary stays. And my father can still spell. But he doesn't seem to comprehend what he reads.
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.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
again, reading the paper but not reading
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