My father lives in a personal care home. My Dad's mental health deteriorated after my mother passed away in October 2012. He was admitted to the hospital under "failure to thrive" by his PCP. He never went home after that. In the beginning, I visited my Dad every other day religiously. It was too much for me. I dropped back to twice a week for a period of time. The past couple years the visits were even less frequent. Of course, there's a lot of stuff going on in my life but it doesn't stop me from feeling guilty, guilty, guilty. Then, when I do visit like I'll be doing in about 30 minutes, Dad inevitably asks me, "So, when was the last time you were here? I don't remember" and/or "I didn't think you were coming back to visit" or something to that effect. As I write this narrative, I realize how I revert back to when I was a kid and got into trouble. The emotions overwhelm me. I know for a lot of people it may not seem like a big deal and in the big scheme of things, it isn't a big deal but I am now dreading goint to visit thinking about it. After every visit, I vow to myself I'll visit more often and I absolutely DO want to visit more. I think twice a week would work for both of us. I just can't seem to get it together. I wonder if anyone can relate to this issue.