Mom's Memoirs

My father was already sick when I returned home. He suffered from  high blood pressure, but there was no medication yet for that condition, the advice was to eat garlic! My father would have mini strokes, from which he would recover, but after each one  he was left in worse condition than before. It affected his walking and his speech. We took him to the hospital, but after a few days they sent him home, saying there was nothing they could do for him.  His employers were wonderful, they kept him on even though he came to work very irregularly , and paid him his full salary. 

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My father died in our living room - we could not manage to get him to bed and the hospital had refused to take him back! We could not get an ambulance until he had passed away for all intents and purposes. That was March 1945, the war in our part of the world was all but over.  President Roosevelt died the same week as my father. [1]