Zendra Ashkenazi was her name. I haven't seen her name in the obituaries, which I check every day. (to see it any of my parent's friends have passed away) She was, as they say, "sharp as a tack", and very funny.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Ann" <awoelflebater@...> wrote: > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "seventhray27" steve.sundur@ wrote: > > > > > > My dad had a spell in the nursing home before he died. Of course I was > > glad that he was able to go home after a few months. But I would go to > > join him and his table for dinner, or a visit most every night. He > > would say I didn't need to come, but what he didn't realize was that I > > really loved being there, at least at his table. It was he, two other > > guys and a very remarkable lady. I would alway gently try to coax some > > stories out of them, especially her. Good times for me. > > You are good man Steve. You can come and visit me in the nursing home any day. > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, doctordumbass@ <no_reply@> > > wrote: > > > > > Barry's just doing his old transference number. He is plainly afraid > > of his behavior in his last days. I have met many, many old people, as I > > both worked in a nursing home, and visited frequently when my dad was > > dying. The ones afraid of death will often latch onto a target in their > > last days and harp on it, unceasingly, no matter what it is. Eventually, > > the ability to distinguish between what is real, and what is twisted by > > their hidden fears, becomes lost. > > > > > >
