I guess I should tell you the "rest of the story" regarding my dad. He lived with us for 5 years. During that time he returned to relatively good health. We saw him through major medical problems the first 2 years, but after that he enjoyed relatively good health.
Well in the summer of 2006, he decided to return to our home state to live with my brother. Dad was a brittle diabetic. My brother and his family took Dad out for a McFlurry one night last March. Dad ate a whole McFlurry then when he got home he gave himself an extra large bollus of insulin to make up for it and went to bed.
Dad never woke up again. He died of an insulin overdose.
So, while I was capable of helping him while he was with us, I wasn't capable of fixing everything.
But thanks for all the nice comments.
