My best friend is from Detroit. He went back to Detroit from L.A. to take care of his father. He was 30 at the time, and his dad was 77. His liver was failing from years of alcoholism, and had pretty much given up on life. He bathed is father, cleaned him up and did laundry after his father lost all functions. He did it all like it was something he was supposed to do. Not one complaint. The man that came back from Detroit was different than the man that initially left for Detroit.
If things go the way they are supposed to, we're supposed to outlast our parents. You seem like the kind of man that can hear the man in HIS voice so that he gets what he needs. Hopefully he has more time because of the love you have the ability to share with him.
