My elderly father is safely in the old age home. He has Parkinson's Disease, and I could no longer look after him.
His house has been sold, and is mostly cleaned out. The new people take possession soon.
When he first went in, it was such a blessed relief. I have no qualms of guilt in saying that. Either he went in, or we might have been dealing with multiple casualties.
So now I will have my own place for the first time in eight years. I've earned it.
In the past year or year and a half, I have dealt with my share of stress, more or less successfully, much of the time.
I guess you could say I did a good job.
My brother and sister helped enormously, and I thank them for that.