ARGH!!! I hate my family.
He turned 89 yesterday...what a way to spend your birthday...stranded on your back for who knows how long, then in the hospital.

I have been saying for a while he should not be living alone. But my dad and step-mom refuse to see it because they are concerned about getting his money when he dies. That is just wrong. It is his money, not theirs...if it needs to be spent for him to get proper care and live out the last years of his life happy and cared for, then it should be.

They never call me when anything happens. A couple years ago when he got lost driving and ended up about 150 miles south of where he lived, they never told me. When he drove 2 times after the state took away his license and my dad had to put Silver Alerts out on him, they never told me. They act like I am not a part of his life.

I tried asking what hospital he is in, since there are 3 or 4 different local ones he could be in. My dad refused to tell me. I mentioned I wanted to go and see him. My dad tells me that would be a bad idea because it would only confuse my grandpa as he would have no clue who I was and think a stranger was in his room.

I am very frustrated and p i s s ed right now.