Somewhere in there I decided to ignore aging, assuming aging would ignore me. But it hasn't. Yes, Fiorella is having a hard time facing the inevitibilites of growing older, of which her father is a semi-living example.
Now that Dad has started wandering into other residents' rooms and going through their belongings, I'm more charitable of his original roommate, a 96-year-old I thought was a klepto. No, he was just old.
Every Thursday and Sunday I visit my father and see my future. Surely a better way can be found to depart life than this.