A few weeks back, the assisted living site had an Easter Brunch. While preparing my parents' meals and getting drinks, I picked up a Coca-Cola can. Dad began giving it a good looking over-so I asked if he'd like some. I filled up about half his glass with the bubbly stuff and he drank it with enthusiasm. He seemed really satisfied and asked for more whenever his glass became empty. Seems in the AL, the wait staff is more prone to serving coffee than carbonated drinks.
The very next day, I had a call that Dad had to go to the emergency room at a nearby hospital. He had been somewhat sedated to tolerate the ride, but when he woke, I asked if he'd want something to drink.
Without hesitation, he responded, "Do you have any of those little Cokes?" This from a man whose dementia often befuddles him, easily remembered that taste- guess what's now on the shopping list!
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