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.
Friday, June 24, 2011
My father wasn't lucid yesterday
My father was worried about getting to a meeting on time in the morning. (no meeting) He was worried about my sister, who he was sure wanted to see him. He thought he should go to her place. (He hasn't seen her in a few years because she doesn't, in fact, want to see him.) He was worried about where he lived. When I told him I'd take him to his room, he was surprised he lived in the nursing home.
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