He's showing that he can't smile without his teeth. Pictures like this make me particularly sad - here's a guy who didn't really smile much during his lifetime, and now, when he wants to smile, he feels too self conscious because he has no teeth.
He lost his dentures several years ago, and the head of the floor at the Hyatt said to wait, they'd turn up. They didn't. And by the time he got new dentures, his gums and jaw had lost too much bone for them to stay in. So he'd take them out and they'd get lost. And then the delay, again, before the new ones came.
The last pair of dentures sit in my desk drawer. The upper, especially, kept falling out, and I was afraid he'd choke on it. I asked the dentist at the nursing home if that was a possibility, and she said yes, sure.
I wonder why they let him leave the clinic with dentures that wouldn't stay in.
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Monday, July 19, 2010
Thursday, May 5, 2005
Mrs. Ascher
Taken in May 2005 at the Classic Residence by Hyatt in Yonkers. My father lived there for a while until he fell and broke his hip. Great place for people with Alzheimers. Clean, cheerful, happy.
When Mrs. Ascher saw me aim my camera across the table at her, she paused and smiled for me. She used to write young adult novels - and, her daughter told me, published eleven (if I remember right).
Mrs. Ascher had a real crush on my father. If I took him out for lunch, she got mad at me and told him off. He didn't have any interest in Mrs. Ascher.
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