帕蒂戴维斯是已故美国总统罗纳德里根和第一夫人南希里根的女儿。她的 下面的文章首先出现在Maria Shriver的Sunday Paper上，这是一本免费的每周数字时事通讯，面向有激情和目的的人.
2004年6月5日，当浓雾消散，父亲最后一口气。在那次呼吸之前，他睁开了眼睛，这是他近一周没有做过的。而且他们又是蓝色的，他们已经超过一年了。随着阿尔茨海默氏症在10年间征服了越来越多的人，他们已经褪色为暗蓝灰色.
但那一天，他的灵魂在他身体的伤害中燃烧。他出现了 – 他的眼睛闪烁着，他的脸很警觉。他看着我的母亲，然后他走了。外面，空气闻起来像茉莉;这是一年中白星茉莉花在加利福尼亚盛开的时候。在空中仍然安静。生命在死后继续，但它继续下去.
闪回：南希里根反映与罗纳德的婚姻
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死亡重新安排我们 – 推倒我们周围的墙壁，让地板从我们身下辍学。有时候，如果我们幸运的话，死亡的那一刻是美好的;我父亲去世了。每年，随着六月临近，我拉近那一刻，再次检查它。因为如果我们放弃它，死亡可以教会我们生活.
我的基础，我父亲生病十年的口头禅是我相信他的灵魂不能患阿尔茨海默氏症。除了他脑中破碎的突触，超越认知衰退，超越他再也找不到的词语，我相信他的灵魂休息和观看，像永恒一样清晰纯净。当他离开这个世界时，他让我知道我是对的.
在他生病的这些年里，我心甘情愿地为自己悲痛。我拒绝了它推动我进入的任何道路，进入最深的水域，投降到它的潮起潮落。我知道，在Elizabeth Kubler Ross的五个悲伤阶段，拒绝是第一阶段。但出于某种原因，我跳过那个阶段。我从一开始就接受了我正在失去父亲给这个叫做阿尔茨海默氏症的神秘海盗，而我做了我父亲教给我的孩子做的事 – 我和上帝交谈过。很多。我知道正是在那种祈祷和祈求上帝引导我的状态时，我的灵魂没有阿尔茨海默氏症的想法来到我身边 – 就像一条绳索递给我前方的汹涌水域。我想，抓住这个，你就不会淹死.
每年，我都会对6月5日那天以异常的温柔对待，并对我被允许见证的事情表示敬意。我看到生死攸关。我看到了父亲灵魂的火焰，被疾病熄灭了。我想他会希望我在自己的灵魂中纪念这一天，记住我学到的东西，并感激上课。这可能听起来很奇怪，但我认为6月5日是一种出生日.
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Patti Davis is the daughter of the late US President Ronald Reagan and First Lady Nancy Reagan. Her article below first appeared in Maria Shrivers Sunday Paper, a free weekly digital newsletter for passionate and purposeful people. On June 5, 2004, when the fog cleared, my father took his last breath. Before that breath, he opened his eyes, something he hadnt done in almost a week. And they were blue, a color they hadnt been in over a year. With Alzheimers conquering more and more people over the course of a decade, they had faded to a dark blue-gray. But on that day, his soul was burning in the injury of his body. He appeared – his eyes flickering, his face alert. He looked at my mother, and then he was gone. Outside, the air smelled like jasmine; it was the time of year when white star jasmine blooms in California. It was still quiet in the air. Life goes on after death, but it goes on. Flashback: Nancy Reagan reflects on her marriage to Ronald Mar.06.201607:50 Death rearranges us – knocking down the walls around us, dropping the floor out from under us. Sometimes, if were lucky, the moment of death is beautiful; my father died. Every year, as June approaches, I draw close to that moment, examining it again. Because if we surrender to it, death can teach us how to live. Ronald Reagan and wife Nancy, with daughter Patti Ann and son Ron Prescott. (Photo: CBS via Getty Images) CBS via Getty Images My foundation, my fathers ten-year illness, was his mantra that I believe his soul couldnt have Alzheimers. Beyond the shattered synapses in his brain, beyond the cognitive decline, beyond the words he could no longer find, I believed his soul rested and watched, clear and pure as eternity. When he left this world, he let me know I was right. In those years of his illness, I willingly grieved for myself. I refused any path it pushed me down, diving into the deepest waters, surrendering to its ebb and flow. I knew that in Elizabeth Kubler Rosss five stages of grief, denial was the first stage. But for some reason, I skipped that stage. I accepted from