I won't be up much longer tonight. If I haven't mentioned it yet, I love my brother Randy, who's 11 years younger than I. For two days now, I have watched him lift our dad and guide him from bed to chair to toilet and back, cleaning up his messes with good spirits and affection. His wife, and chef par excellence, juggles my dad's medications and comfort, the housekeeping, the dogs, and the cooking with such magnanimous soul and generosity of spirit that my heart overflows with love for both of them.
Lady M continues to stir things up, her latest being a lie about my cousin, who adores my dad, being angry at Randy for some incident at the hospital last week. I sent my cousin an email telling her Randy was sorry, and she responded that she had never told Lady M anything of the sort! Last week Lady M was spreading false stories about my dad's girlfriend Lucille, implying it was Lucille's fault that my dad's health was failing. I need a hit man ASAP.