Tuesday, 2.25.2020 8:54 p.m. MST

Plain. That’s what I’ve got today.

I left my dad at the rehab center tonight. I’m ashamed to say I left because it was hard. It was sad and boring, Although, I think my dad was only out of bed because I was there. He was falling asleep in his chair, I think.

My dad is 76 years old. He weighs less than 100 lbs. He looks like he’s 90. He wears a diaper all the time. He has a broken hip. He has terminal cancer. How did this become life?

I wonder if he thinks that. I wonder if he looks around and wonders how this became his life.

I thought that maybe having my parents in Independent or Assisted Living was the best option. But those places are so sad. The rehab place is so sad. How can I think that is the best thing for my parents?

How can I not? How can I believe that they can remain on their own? They are both fall risks. They are both sick. They cannot fend for themselves anymore.

There are no easy answers.