I've been taking care of my dad at my home for the last 3 months. I also have been going down every day for 4 yrs to his AL and taking him out for day trips. He broke the ball off his femur in the beginning of Sept and then he jumped out of his window at his Rehab in Oct. No AL or MC in town would take him because of this terrible stage of LBD, so I took him home w/ me til I could get his symptoms under control. He has very severe Lewy Body Dementia and multiple bad things going on inside his body. It was very very hard to take care of him. I put him on hospice in Nov and tried to carry on at home. He was always falling. 5 to 6 times a day. I couldn't keep him in his wheelchair or his bed. It was a nightmare. Plus he was always grabbing me when he fell. On Monday, MLK Day, he pulled me down so badly, I think I herniated my side. I called the social worker and they said they would put him in respite on Tuesday for 5 days while I got back on my feet. I took his meds over and asked them not to give him anything too strong as it really affected him so badly. Like Gabapentin really took him down. They gave him Seroquel and Valium to relax him and to treat his symptoms they said. I got a call from them in 36 hrs and said he had passed. What happened? I went over on Thursday to see him and he was resting comfortably and then they called me later that day and said he had passed. What happened so fast? I feel guilty because I know he was scared to be left in a strange place w/ no one he knew. I was so beat up though, I needed to get some rest. In fact, the nurses at the hospice house told me to stay away for a few days to get the rest I needed. But what happened? I can't believe it! He was here and now he's gone ~ I feel like I let him down. Weird stuff!!