We moved dad on the 20th. I honestly didn't have a lot of time to worry about how he was going to take it. We got up early and grabbed some things, met Ikea at the new place. Put together a bunch of new furniture. Ran home grabbed more stuff. My mom picked him up and took him out in the afternoon and met us later in the day. When we walked him into to show him the new place he was dumbfounded that we did all of it for him. I've spent the last few days worrying about him and how he is doing. You are not supposed to visit for 3 days and I think that is for the sake of both parties honestly. I don't know how to be myself again, or talk about things that are not dad related. We spent a year basically just talking or doing dad stuff. Getting back to some kind of normal is going to take awhile. We received a message from the care worker, he's doing well and has made some friends! Halejuah! I will be visiting him once a week to check ...