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.
Some things about my father make me so sad. One thing is that my father can't wear false teeth because there's no longer enough bone in his jaw to keep them in. Here he's clearly self conscious about not having teeth, trying to smile without showing his gums.