Thursday, September 13, 2012
It is with sadness that I report that my father passed away around 6:30 this morning. As many of you know, he had battled Alzheimer's for many years. He moved into a residential hospital, the NJ Veterans Home, about two months ago. My last real visit with him was about four weeks ago. He was in his world of dementia, but he was able to carry on a conversation. On August 28 he fell and sustained a pelvic fracture. Last week we were informed that the situation had really deteriorated, but I thought we still had a little more time. On Monday we signed the papers for hospice care. He stayed where he was; in reality there was going to be little change in his treatment. When I saw him on Monday, he was barely conscious. Not in a coma, but pretty much asleep the whole time and no recognition of anyone. My brother and his wife flew in last night from California to see him and (very likely) be here for the funeral. Unfortunately my brother never got to see him alive again.
We knew it was coming, he was 88 years old, and he had no real quality of life. But it still hurts. Funeral is Sunday, and Rosh Hashonah starts a few hours later. Will be a whirlwind of a day.