After a long battle with Alheimer's my father passed away early Sunday morning. We count ourselves blessed that the last stages came on quick and his decline was very rapid and not drawn out for years. Until 6 weeks ago he was abulatory, contenent, and living at home with mom who had been his primary caregiver the past 6 years. About 10 days ago he stopped eating and by last Wednesday had stopped drinking.
He remembered who he was and who mom was up until the end. And while he mixed up the names of his kids (my brother & sisters), he was doing that anyway long before he had Alzheimer's, he always remembered we were his kids.
He was the best father I could have ever hoped for and he will be missed but not forgotten.
Dad was a life long Yankee fan bron the year the original stadium opened and the Yanks won thier first of 26 world titles. He served in the Navy Aircorp in WWII where he saw action in Africa and the Mediteranian.
He always said his best jobs were working the scorebroad for the Newark Bears and selling hot dogs (or is hot dobs?) there as well since he got to eat all the left over hot dobs that weren't matched to buns after the game. Apprently the buns were counted but not the dogs, go figure.
I know he'll be looking down us and will have the best seat in the house.