Thank you all for the condolences.
My Dad had dementia, diabetes, and a host of other issues. He moved in with me, in RI, Dec 2, 2000. I stopped working to care for him. Initially we had lots of fun, he was still driving. As the years passed, I had to work hard. Eventually it became too much for one person, and he moved to the nursing home. I then embarked on a 2.5 year project of clearing out and fixing up the house where I was born and raised; 86 miles one way. I would take the dogs with me, and leave the cats. Dealing with contractors, monitoring their progress, going through all the things a family collects over 48 years. Sold many things on craigslist, donated a great deal, and some did get tossed. I moved to the house May 6th, 2015. So I went from being 1.5 miles from Dad, to being 1.5 hours away. I then had to deal with selling my RI home. I would go see Dad twice a week.
Last visit to see him was Jan 9th, I took the 5 dogs with me. He loved them, and they were always enjoyed by everyone at the home: staff, residents, vendors and visitors alike. I intended to go once more before my LTKR, but once I stopped the NSAID the pain was too much. I was speaking with him on the phone a few times a week. Last time I spoke with him was Friday afternoon. Sunday morning he passed.
Since I am still not approved to drive, nothing I can do. My brother (only other child) lives about 7 miles from the nursing home, so he is heading over this afternoon to clear out Dad's room. (Bro moved down there soon after Dad moved in with me.)
Sunday, the calls from the nurse started about 9:30 AM. I did not do my exercises at all, nor did I ice or elevate. I just sat in the recliner, on the phone, on the laptop, dealing with 'stuff.' PT arrived today; my knee, lower leg and ankle are quite swollen, and my ROM has been set back quite a bit. (From 85 without help to 68 with help, and extension from -4 is now -8). Well, It is what it is, I just have to go on. At some point I will improve again. Dad was 89.