Get it while you can Our last family thanksgiving Last year was the final Thanksgiving dinner my family had together in our own house. In March of this year, we were finally compelled to move my father to a nursing home. He is still alive, but for all intents and purposes, in a coma. My father is in his 3rd year of diagnosed Alzheimer's Disease, although I believe his decline really started some time around 1998. His dimentia is now severe. He has lost the ability to communicate with the outside world. |
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