Well, I went to get my Dad to take him to the doctor for a followup and he's doing well. The doctor is doing some (what I'd call) some "fine tuning", and (as usual) we followed up with a trip to Denney's for lunch.
I had sent a list to the Lawyer about the things that I knew of, that should be returned. Got a letter back from the Lawyer saying that we needed to put in specifics, like VIN's of the truck and the van, details about the billfold and such as that. I haven't told my Dad about this latest letter. About the only things I can supply specifics for, are the van, the truck and the billfold and contents. There was also an original letter written by a relative (cousin, I think) who was a drummer boy in the Civil War and I'm sure that David has that. I'm supposed to tell the date it was written AND the name of who wrote it. I figured that on particular things like that and the 2 swords (one was a fencing sword), you wouldn't need much identifying since they weren't things that most people would just happen to have. I'm supposed to be able to tell who made the swords. I don't know AND Dad doesn't remember things like that. One thing about it though, there are things still at my Dad's, that David was supposed to get when the time came (like an antique metal lathe, 1930's - 1940's) that will come to me instead. It's just the idea that he's gotten those things from my Dad
and won't return them, on his own. Yeah, he's gotten those things that we can't prove are my Dad's, but he's
LOST something more important than any material thing (in MY book) and that is my Dad's Love and Respect (hurting my Dad deeply while doing it

) On top of all that, the time is growing short on his being in that house and he will have to move everything out of there and to a new location. Well, I guess I've gone on enough. So, I'll get on out of here and go rest up for tomorrow's outings (seems like there are several to be mad everyday, for somebody. My poor old Grand Caravan (a 2006) has already gotten up to 87,8?? miles and my body feels like more than that!
Take care all, Bill

Sometimes I wonder if I need to re-title this thread,
"My Dad's Situation,
Will I Survive?"
