My father nods off just like the woman to his right, who is at the moment nodding off. The residents tend to sleep a lot, wherever they are.
When my father first lived in a nursing home, he didn't sleep a lot. I 'd look around at the people barely able to keep their eyes open and feel depressed that they seemed to be so barely aware of where they were, who they were.
As my father enters that stage I find it hard to relate to the man who's no longer always the man I'm so familiar with - the man who jokes and laughs and makes fun of himself.
He still greets me with a big, "Hi Sue!!!" or "Susie!" He's the only one who ever called me Susie.
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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Thursday, December 3, 2009
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