My Dad Showed Up On Our Doorstep

 Got a call today about an incident.  My wife went down to check on Dad.  After work I spoke with the lady.  It's bad. Dad got upset that a caregiver was taking his garbage.  He pushed her really hard and threatened to punch her.  She had to go home as she is traumatized. My wife spoke to him and he talked like it was someone else doing it.  He's completely lost. I spoke with the lady incharge and they want him on anti psychotic medications.  I have to call the doctor tomorrow. He will likely refuse the meds. The next outburst he will need to be taken to the psych ward and left there for a few weeks while he stabilizes and gets on the medication. I will have to take him.  It will be a 13 hour wait. Alternatively if they can't get a hold of us he will be taken by the police and ambulance there. ..... We don't really know what to do. It is going to happen again and we need to be ready to leave at a moment's notice. My wife believes we have some PTSD.  I'm starting

 Got a call tonight that dads behavior has changed.  He is being very standoffish about his laundry.  He thinks they are stealing his clothes. Tomorrow I have to go down, sort it out, calm him down and I guess do his laundry. This doesn't end people.  You can't just visit and go on with your life.  I never expected anything less. Apparently if it doesn't change the medical system gets involved.  They may move him if things get worse.

 Now that dad is fine, happy and doing well I need to start working on myself.  The last year was extremely difficult.  The fact that my wife lost so much weight I barely recognize her screams we need some time. We are both still processing.  The last year.  Our dog passing away.  Figuring out life again. Having just come off the pandemic, we were reeling, trying to get back to some kind of normal. More carbs, more date nights, more afternoon lunches.  More life honestly. Obviously there are still things to do but they don't need to be done right this second. I stopped by and saw dad yesterday.  He was very happy to see me.  Hugged me multiple times.  Next week we are going to go out for lunch and I'll bring my guitar.

We have taken a bit of a break and are starting to slowly feel like ourselves again.  For 9 months we basically only talked about or did things for Dad.   I don't expect that we will be back to real normal for awhile, but we are working on it. There is still quite a lot to do.  I can't just let myself stop and not work on things.  It will fall by the wayside if I don't do things. Mostly there is a lot of financial stuff I need to work on.  The good news is dad isn't spending any money needless at this point. There is also cleaning up the house, and his leftover things.   I'd like to grab a few more things for his room, a tv, some books an extra painting or picture or 2. I also need to get a hold of the funeral home, as dad's name is tied to the family plots.  Hopefully that isn't a fiasco.  Most things have been so, I am guessing it will be as well. I'm going to call him at the home today to check in.  Tomorrow I'm going to stop by for a visit for a