Finally

Dad agreed to go to rehab.  We checked him in Monday.  Last week he was too weak to walk or eat and was drinking a fifth per day.  Now he’s walking and eating again.  His memory is still shot, but the staff tell me it should return in time.  I have no siblings, so I’m handling everything myself.  Mom is too exhausted to do anything, so I’m taking care of legalities, logistics, etc.  So far I’m holding my emotions together, but 28 days is a long time.  I need to find an alanon meeting.