6/25/2026

i called my dad and asked him if he could drop off some old furniture i left at his house when i moved out about 12 years ago. he said he'd bring it up if he could get someone to help him load it.

shit.

i forgot that his health is in the shitter and he can't lift things the way he used to, so i offered to come down there and pick it up myself. he won't let me. said the house is in a bad state. doesn't have the ambition to clean. doesn't have anyone over. doesn't go out except for groceries when his neighbors can't deliver them for him.

i offered to clean the house for him. he refused.

he's giving up, which i've known for a while, but i didn't realize how bad it was.

asking his only friend for help probably won't do anything. the friend doesn't like me, and he's too formal and polite to push my dad in the right direction.

i don't know what to do.