On April 3, 2002, my father died from complications connected with Parkinson's Disease.
Two evenings before he died, Dad was not able to drink but only to slurp water from a sponge. My wife was sitting at the bedside, rehydrating the sponge.
Sipping a Guinness Stout, she did a triple take: the glass of water, the pint of beer, the water. She re-hydrated the sponge in the Guinness and gave it to Dad. He sucked the sponge dry, several times.
That was to be my father's last earthly pleasure. A beer. A stout. Guinness Stout.
The next day, he could no longer swallow.
Albert Charles Cizauskas was born on 1 March 1920. Today, my mother and I toasted his memory with a Guinness.
- My father, Albert Cizauskas, led a full and fascinating life. Read more: here.
- Since that first anniversary, I now toast my father, every year, on his birthday, 1 March, with a Guinness.