I'm just venting because I am getting physically and emotionally exhausted taking care of our 95 year old father. My husband, daughter, and myself moved in with him eight months ago when he was first hospitalized, (and we still have our house, with our memories, which has been vacant for 8 months). We have been taken care of him for five years since my mother passed away. My siblings have visited him probably 12 times since his fall in December for approximately less than 15 minutes each,
and they live within five miles of him. I have seen all of their true colors, and I am saddened by it, the abandonment. When does it become real for them?