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.
This is from 2003 happier days. My father lived at the Hyatt for a while - they have an Alzheimer's unit. It was wonderful. They had two terraces he could go out and sit on, they fed him well, they had nice staff. He broke his hip, though, and he went from the hosptial to a nursing home.
The terrace was the nicest thing about it for my father. And they always knew where to find him.