1/223/07 I found my father curled up when I arrived and put his robe over him. I always wake him if he's asleep when I arrive - he has no trouble going back to sleep. Apparently he hadn't felt well this morning, but he told me he felt fine. (The aide said he hadn't felt well.)
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.
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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