[Mortrey]

Experiencing the same thing.

My dad loves his home, even as it decays around him, it holds memories.

I try to think of how I would feel in the same situation.

I would want to stay as long as it didn’t fall on top of me.

Let it be HIS decision and you and your siblings can rest easy.

[longfellowsmuse]

my dad is 85 lives alone in his house on the east coast. I live in the heartland. He is still capable and I have no problem with this. What is frustrating is that he refuses to come visit us even when we offer him a door to door escort both ways.( he has no medical issues that would prevent him) Then he complains about being depressed and lonely over the holidays.

I hope my children are patient with me when I’m 85.

[boop]

Let him live as he wishes, but don't be like a hoarder family that lets their loved ones live without water, heat, or safe passages throughout the house.

Be sure he has a clear way to the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, etc. so he doesn't trip and God forbid break a hip.

Other than his "surroundings" it sounds like he is happy.

Please just look out for dangers like loose rugs and wires he could stumble over.

[Road Glide]

There’s an old old house that once was a mansion
On a hill overlooking the own
Where time’s left a wreckage where once there was beauty
And soon the old house will tumble down

When the leaves start to fall in the autumn
And the rain starts to drip from the trees
There’s an old, old man who walks in the garden
And his head is bowed in memory.

They say he built the mansion for the love of a woman
And they planned to be married in the fall
But her love withered in the last days of summer
And the house stood empty after all.

But when the leaves start to fall in the autumn
And the rain starts to drip from the trees
There’s an old, old man who walks in the garden
And his head is bowed in memory.

(”The Old Old House” by George Jones & Hal Bynum)