Well, he's home, having sobered up. I collected him, but no acknowledgement as to why he was in there, and I see no end to the current situation.
I don't like blogging about him when he's like this, although everyone around here is aware of the situation, but maybe my regular readers will keep me in their prayers.
The RW and I will continue to go in on a daily basis. Our tummies churn as we climb the stairs to his flat.
Next post will be upbeat! Promise!
miramaze
Poor dad
Spirit bless you with whatever you need right now .
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