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Jun. 13th, 2004 05:58 pmThings are not so good with my dad after all. Yesterday I went over to his house to search for his checkbook which he had misplaced for the past two days. As I was searching through the, literally, stacks and stacks of all sorts of junk he has in his house, he was going on about how he thinks people are breaking into his house and stealing things.
*sigh*
Amazingly I found the checkbook, which he had placed under an old tape recorder - I guess he was trying to hide it from the "crooks". Once I found it he kind of let up on the thieves talk. I feel so bad for him. He was embarrassed that he had to get me to find it, and is so afraid that he has Alzheimer's. We take him to the doctor this Thursday. Hopefully, we'll get him some help.
It's just so sad.
*sigh*
Amazingly I found the checkbook, which he had placed under an old tape recorder - I guess he was trying to hide it from the "crooks". Once I found it he kind of let up on the thieves talk. I feel so bad for him. He was embarrassed that he had to get me to find it, and is so afraid that he has Alzheimer's. We take him to the doctor this Thursday. Hopefully, we'll get him some help.
It's just so sad.
