Taken August 14, 2011...Every time the flu went around the Hebrew Home, and my father got it, the doctor there would tell me he wouldn't make it. He made it until February 2012.
The doctor was on duty the night my father died, and all she could say was, "So many times I thought he wouldn't make it."
He had a strong will to live. If he'd only believed everyone that life sober could be better than life drunk, he'd have had a lot more years of pleasure from being alive.
The one good thing about nursing homes: no booze.
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