I haven't written much lately simply because half the time I've been in a kind of misery, wondering how long my sister and I might have our brother with us. Clearly she's experiencing the brunt of it as she is the main contact for the doctors taking care of him. Today she's meeting with a social worker and other staff at a rehab to discuss what's ahead and "goals", whatever they might be. She wrote that the service for my father might be in as little as two or three weeks. As I will attend in person, I may need to be making flight arrangements to the US imminently. My husband says he will of course go with me, so it'll be x 2 arrangements. Depending when it is, I'll need to reschedule some doctor appointments. The boss of our renovations would likely continue with the work in our absence and hopefully be available to oversee some other workers scheduled to arrive (counter installation, pantry cabinet builder/installers, etc.)

Our dad's service must happen somewhat soon. It can't be postponed forever. Plus, there are things my sister needs my help doing as my father's property needs to be dealt with. It's a little complex because my brother had been living in Dad's house for almost 15 years. It's unclear if our brother will return there soon, or not. In his medical state, we wouldn't want him not to have that option. The property is a bit of a mess. It hasn't been properly maintained since our mother died about 18 years ago. After our father had to move to an assisted living, our brother sort of junked it up. Dad hadn't been THAT bad really, until our brother moved there. My brother isn't a hoarder, but a very messy guy who rarely, if ever, cleaned things, and whose accumulated stuff reflected an overzealous interest in various hobbies. I'll make this distinction.

It's been raining and raining and raining. It's not due to stop where I am until next Wednesday. Some roads are a little flooded. The place sure is green, though!