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.
I wish my father could've been in a room with sunshine in the last room he lived in at the Hebrew Home. The bedrooms with sunshine were very limited. He'd have sat there all day, happily. I've never seen anyone so happy in the sun.
Even the staff and aides knew how much he loved the sun, but it made little difference. They didn't put him in the sun even when they could have in some of the public space where they "put" people during the day.