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my mother finally admitted she needed to put him in the nursing home, he lived 6 more months, he was still somewhat social, but tempermental, he slugged a guy. He and the same guy tried to figure out a way to escape the nursing home as when the door buzzed it meant it was temporarily open. Out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

Prior to that time he loved to walk and shovel snow. He would get lost and he would shovel the snow until he could find the sidewalk, the problem was there was no sidewalk in front of my parents home.

About a week before he died he realized that something was wrong with one of the nurses that was there and he asked what was wrong. She said oh Frank, I am so worried about my mother, she is very sick. He said well let's go say some prayers for her. He still ate all his food and as far as I know, had no incontenance. One week later he got into a fight with one of the other patients and they proceeded to give him a strong drug at the hospital which absolutely took everything away. I later got him to swallow and the very kind nurse that was with us thought he would be going back to nursing home again. They gave him the same shot again. The very kind old nurse told me they should not have given him the same drug and he died. Two nurses were in the office with the two doctors and I later realized they were just sitting there acting glum because they knew they made a mistake, while listening to the doctors say they did all the right things.

My brothers were not as upset as me because my dad was 91 and not really the best father to my older brother. And what the heck 91 and living miserably in a nursing home based on their values of quality of life. I was more angry but we were not about to sue over a 91 year old even though he probably could have lived 5 more years and been happy with his life even if it did not measure up to what my brothers thought was an acceptable quality of life.