Really, the title says all I want to say right now. But since the entire point of blogging is to let you into my life a little, I guess I'm forced to go a bit more into detail.
My dad is 79. He lived with my sister, her husband, and their 3 kids for years. Before that, they lived with him. But they've never really gotten along, and my sister has a tendency to siphon money from him. So, after years of bickering, my dad decided he wanted to go stay with my older half-brother in Florida. He got there a few weeks ago, and the first week was pretty awesome, according to everyone involved. Then, he started coming off his pain meds thanks to the docs at the VA down there (something that needed to happen, by the way). Suddenly, my half-brother and his wife were in WAY over their heads, and apparently (from what I understand) everyone was bickering and my dad doesn't want to be there anymore. My youngest brother is going to get him tomorrow and take him back home.
I don't care who takes my dad or where. I don't have much time left with him, and I just want him to enjoy the time he has left. I want to know that he is happy, comfortable, and cared for. That's it. I don't pray very often, but this is an exception. My dad may be a bitter, depressed old man, but he's my dad and I love him more than I can ever express.
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