Apparently, back on April 18, dad was moved back to the mental health facility, and a court-appointed guardian transferred all of the money from his bank account (which was also in my name) into a new guardianship account. We didn't find out until around two weeks later, when I went to the bank and asked if the account was still open.

I haven't seen him in quite a while and haven't heard from him since he begged me over the phone to come and pick him up. Mom wants me to go and visit him on Father's Day. I'm not looking forward to that.

I had gone to the mental health place back on either last week or the week before (I forget exactly) to visit dad, but the receptionist said his name wasn't listed there. I asked her if either of the two women that sis and I had talked with would know anything. She called and talked with one of them. She wrote down a phone number and was like "That's the attorney's number. You can call him. That's all I know."

Perplexed, I eventually did call. I was given the phone number for dad's legal guardian. She gave me the phone number for a new facility that he's at. When I called that place, the woman said she needed the guardian's permission before she was allowed to speak with me.

I just called the guardian again. She said dad has a very bad infection in his elbow and is being treated at the hospital (the one where mom and I had visited him earlier when he complained of chest pains). She said they're looking to discharge him and move him to some other facility, where he can receive additional medication for his infection for around a month, and then he'll be moved back to the mental place where he was most recently at.

Recently, I got in contact with dad's public guardian, and she informed me where he was to get treatment on his elbow infection. Mom and I went there on Monday of last week, but mom stayed in the car. He was sitting in a room with people, playing Bingo. He was in a wheelchair for whatever reason. He was wheeled into the hallway, I took a chair from the room with me, and we chatted for a bit. He was happy to see me, because he didn't think I'd see him after the last time that we'd talked on the phone. He remembered that. He also remembered his problem with getting his driver's license renewed and the new pair of glasses that he'd gotten. He said he wasn't sure when he was coming home, but he was convinced that it was his elbow infection that was preventing him from returning home. I didn't say anything. He unwrapped the bandage or whatever it was from his left elbow. There was a circular hole (from surgery). It was green inside, and his skin in the surrounding area was pink. He couldn't tell me how he got the infection. Overall, though, his memory seemed far better than before, and he lapsed into Polish for only one or two sentences.

On Saturday of last week, I visited him again and gave him an early Father's Day card. He looked at it for a bit but didn't seem to read it. He was sitting in the wheelchair in the hallway, despite the Bingo game going on in the nearby room (he said there were plenty of games, but he was sick of all of them). He asked me for the current month. I told him. Later, he looked at the card again and was like "Father's Day. Is today my birthday?" His birthday is in February. He seemed about the same as on Monday. He made some outrageous claim about having $25,000 in cash and gold in various locations, and he needs to get a hold of it when he goes home, or else they'll take it from him. I didn't take him seriously.

I went to see my dad four times recently.

I forget the date of the first time (it was before August 28). He asked about my non-existent wife and kids, and he had to ask confirmation of my name.

I forget the date of the second time. He was in his bed. I woke him up. I brought him a printed picture of him with Tooky (our pet cockatiel). I don't know if he recognized Tooky, but it seems he asked if that was me in the picture.

The third time was on October 3. He wasn't in his room, so a nurse or whoever had to search him out. He was sitting in an indentation in a hallway in his wheelchair, his head lowered. I had to tap him to get his attention. Mom had me bring my camera to take pictures, and she also wanted me to take pictures with my cell phone, so she could view them at work (I stopped by Wal-Mart on my way to work). My digital camera was low on power, so, after asking around, a maintenance man finally brought me the two AAs that I needed. Dad's getting worse. He kept mixing English and Polish (he didn't do that during my last week a few weeks ago, but, then again, he was lying in bed the whole time, and I'd just woken him up). He talked about preparing meat (which I doubt he did). I tried explaining to him that we got a new white bird and a white kitten, but I don't know if he understood (I eventually showed him pictures on the camera). He talked about a "beautiful kitten" that we had in Chicago (which I actually do remember; he found it in an alley on the way to picking me up from school - kindergarten, I think), but then he called it a cardinal. I noticed he was drooling, so it seems he's losing control of his bodily functions. He casually took out his upper dentures at one point and wiped them against his sweatpants. The most confusing part came when he kept walking in and out of everyone's room in a hallway. It turned out that he was looking for his room (which was in another hallway). He wanted to show me his "camera". It turned out that he wanted to ask me who had brought him a picture of him sitting with one of our cockatiels, Tooky (I had, during my last visit; someone apparently pinned it on the cork board on the wall for him).

The fourth time was on October 30 after work. I found him in a hallway. A staff member was trying to find his wheelchair. Dad took me to a conference room or whatever, so we could sit. I took a picture of him. He asked "What's new?" He kept mixing English and Polish, not that I understood much of either, because he said he had a throat problem; he wasn't sure what was wrong, but he said someone gave him a cough drop or whatever. He asked about mom and said he's been wanting to see her for so long. Even though I was there for quite a while, there's not much to say, because he would often struggle to come up with something to say or else would just stare off.