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.
Wednesday, October 5, 2005
new home: Fairfield Nursing Home
October 2005. I remember this first day - how nice it was to see this sign, how concerned I was that his room was the farthest from the nursing station, how happy I was that the room had a big window with lots of light. This was after two nursing homes (DeWitt and the Jewish Home) and the Hyatt. This was the best of the nursing homes.
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