About a year later my father would lose the ability to stand and balance himself, so I could no longer manage to transfer him from the wheelchair to the car. So I sold my car, and we went out no longer.
But I could still take my father downstairs to the lobby and to the terrace in nice weather. He loved warm weather and sunshine.
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.
Monday, February 13, 2012
November 2009, an outing
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