When we were in California in March, my brother called me to let me know our father wasn't doing well in the nursing home. He'd only been there since last fall after a hospitalization, but just didn't seem to come out of that. For a while he did therapy and could get around by himself, but things changed. We got back in time to spend 2 1/2 more days with him. My dad passed away on March 29, at the age of 94.
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