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.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
right foot problems
20110731-IMG_1444, a photo by Susan NYC on Flickr. This is only the least of my father's problems with this foot. The heel sore that used to be just red is now deep and infected. It really upsets me to see it.