My father spent a year or so at the Fairfield, an excellent nursing home. I transferred him to the Hebrew Home because the Fairfield was sold, and I was afraid it would become one of those warehouse nursing homes.
The Hebrew Home had owned the Fairfield, so I figured the Hebrew Home would be as good, just larger. In fact it was quite different.
(The Fairfield had its problems, of course - the biggest being that the doctor on my father's floor was uncooperative about coordinating with the community doctor and about keeping me in the loop.)
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
Yoga Class at the Fairfield Hebrew Home, 1/06
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