I'm in Cincinnati OH at a hospice that looks like a non-descript office park. My dad is chatting it up with the nurse.
He's not attached to anything but oxygen. No monitors or fluids or anything. That should please him.
He sent me out for some whiskey. I got a 12 year old Glenlivet. I figure if this is going to be his last bottle, it should be something he likes, something we've shared in the past, in better days.
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