Before I jump into exactly what's going on, let me fill you all in on what has been happening on the home front.

As stated in my previous journal, titled Life Update, I mentioned that my father had been rushed to a hospital a few towns over, due to the near fatal amount of alcohol in his system from his uncontrollable drinking. He has since then been in the care of both the staff, and state since he is listed as a veteran. He is now clean, physically speaking, as all the alcohol is out of his system, and the doctors have kept my father on a steady supply of nicotine patches and medication to curb his cravings.

Then, about a month ago, my grandmother received a call from the hospital, informing her that my father was going to be moved to a more permanent secured facility, where he would be kept under 24-hour care. This of course upset my grandmother greatly, as she didn't want to loose her only son. The faculty told her that due to his severe dementia, and amnesia brought on by years of alcohol abuse, it was practically impossible to care for my father in a private household, especially since my grandmother is reaching her 80 year birthday. Devastated, she broke down in tears.

Or so we thought that was the plan.

Just recently, my grandmother rode up to the hospital to see my father for what she feared would be the last time. When she arrived, it was discovered that he was not only a lot more skinnier, but was in fact severely depressed. This hurt my grandmother to see him in such a condition. After speaking with one of the doctors that had been caring for my father, she learned that due to staffing complications, a permanent bed would not be found for a long time. Then, she was told that if he had a bed at her place, then he'd be able to go home with her.

As you can imagine, this is NOT the news I wanted to hear. My grandmother is now focused on getting a full bed set for him, even though it means it'll be set up in the living room, which is where I currently sleep. I'm now at a near panic, as I know for a fact that as soon as he walks in that door, it's going to be right back to his heavy smoking, drinking, and absent minded antics and wandering.

I don't know what to do at this point, as I am now out of words, and ideas. Since mid September, my house has been quiet, and at peace. But all that will soon change once my father returns back to my grandmother's.

That's about it for now.

Take care all.