Everything worked out this time. Hallelujah, a miracle, thanks God! No no no no no, thank aunt M and her dedication! Also, thanks to aunt D's efforts and those who provided the muscles to move my father's belongings. I have to hope that there are rewards in Heaven. You can't count on a big happy thank you from "that old guy down the street." What you get instead are off the wall and sometimes inappropriate comments. The old guy is very grateful whether he realizes it or not. He needed help and received it. I am very relieved for now.
My father now lives in a government funded low cost apartment, which is conveniently located about 500 feet from the clinic where he receives his medication and the Clubhouse where he can socialize with his friends. The good thing about him being so near the clinic is that his behavior will be noticed and hopefully dealt with in time to prevent another crisis.
Everything worked out this time, until next time. Next time, if he gets evicted from this place, he may not ever be accepted into another government funded apartment. There will be a next time...
