My sister called from the hospital. She saw our dad. He has a cracked vertebrae and some other malady. He needs rehab. He's got long white hair and a long white beard. My sister says he looks like Santa Clause mixed with Einstein. He's been lying to everybody! She said his condo is a terrible disaster area. There are roaches and poop all over the bathroom. The deep cleaners are coming tomorrow. I hope they can fix it all. It's costing over $7,000 for them to come. I just worry that if he's allowed to move back in that he'll just destroy the place- and himself- again. My sister went to get him some "real food" instead of hospital food for dinner- he asked.