It's officially been one year since Dad moved back to Winnipeg. It was an incredibly difficult year for all of us. I am thankful that he is being taken care of for the most part. We are still trying to figure out how to get back to who we were. Somedays are easier than others. Daily financial matters weigh on my mind. I spend a lot of time sighing. It's hard to shut it off. I don't want him to get evicted. But I also need to get my shit together. I think maybe this is my turning point. He's safe for now. Time to move on. One thing I would like to mention is that I feel extremely guilty when I don't see him during the week. As well it seems everytime I go and see him he has some kinda of outburst. I'm not sure if there is a correlation. Because of this guilt, if I know someone in the family has gone and seen him that week, it allows me to relax. If you go and see him please let me know. This week my cousin is going to visit him, and my Mom as well.