Dad… and Compassionate Detachment. My dad almost died the night before last. He lives in San Diego, by himself in a small apartment. We have to have a cleaning lady come in to keep the apartment since on his own, he'll leave trash, food, whatever to rot. The neighbors complained, so we got some help. She discovered him laying in … Read the full post from The bob.blog feed! Tags: Personal via Blogdigger blog search for renewable .
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Dad… and Compassionate Detachment.
