[click image]Things are going very, very hard on my father, and I am very taken up with this right now. I am sorry to leave you dangling here so much lately, but, whoa, this is a very upsetting situation.
We visited with him all afternoon, and then went to my aunt and uncle's place for dinner. There was a huge fireworks show across the lake and the moon just past full. We sat on the deck with drinks and watched the beautiful show, but my whole essence was across the lake in my dad's room in the "Memory Unit". He is scared and hurt and confused and this is completely unfair to him. He's not dotty. He just can't speak cogently from the word soup all those little strokes left him with. He knows what's going on and he is hurt and afraid. I can't have it, and I can't do anything about it. I can't stay there with him. It's a long drive even from here and SIX hours from my house. And, yet, none of that matters. This must get fixed anyway.
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