Well just remember you won't be the first nor the last to deal with stuff around here, so feel free to rant about it...we soitenly understand.
Rick...so your Dad couldn't deal with your long paragraphs either?
Similar story...saw my Dad in the Visalia hospital in his latest series of strokes. Seemed ok, though several strokes had left him weakened and without full use of speech (I always shed a tear when I watch Legends of the Fall...Hopkins portrayal of the father at the end was how my Dad was).
Anyway, The next morning, I got up real early and drove all the way down to El Centro, on the border...8-9 hours or so. I had negotiations with the Teamsters. As I pulled up in front of their hiring hall, I got a call from my Mom telling me that the doctor said Dad was in his final hours and to come home. I literally called the Teamster office from outside their front door and told the secretary-treasurer what was up (he looked out the front window and waived) and made a u-turn and drove all the way home. He offered to have a driver take me home, and told me to use his name and the Local No. on the CB to get any help I needed.
Dad was in a coma and passed on the next day without ever waking again. Sorta sticks with you...