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, June 6, 2011
booties since his heels got sore
L9999576.jpg, a photo by Susan NYC on Flickr. Now that my father's feet are exposed, I'm shocked at what has happened with his toes.