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I remember my fathers last few weeks in the V.A., just before they sent him to the nursing home, after he stopped talking basically, he could still sing his favoraite irish melody, smile then close his eyes for awhile. I knew he always knew you were there at his bedside, and I used to visit him at wacky times, when he was comotose, because I would hold his hand and he would squeeze back like you were being tested. So always hold your loved ones hand, they'll know its you.
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