wife's father is on his deathbed. He is quite elderly and over the past year has been declining rapidly. A couple of days ago he went to the hospital for bleeding after a fall - his skin is so thin and fragile that it tears for a nothing - they did CT scan and discovered advanced cancer in his abdomen, I'm not sure if prostate or colon cancer. They gave him blood but his blood pressure remains very low. He is much too frail for any treatment for the cancer. He is out of his mind now, thinks it is 30 years ago, and has bad vertigo, thinks he's falling out of bed. Hospice has been called and he will go to my sister-in-law's home to live out what time he has left. I love my father-in-law - a heroic figure to me, an airman in WWII, oil wildcatter, very tough but kind. But of course wife is grieving far more. At the opposite end of the emotional spectrum, our daughter-in-law is in labor as I write with easy child son 1 and her's first baby. This is our second grandbaby and first grandson, and sort of our first grandbaby since we have raised easy child 1 from birth and she is more a daughter than granddaughter to us. I am stuck 1200 miles away at work. I will be moving back home to start a new job in three weeks, but at the moment can't afford the time off from my current job to go home, since I just took 10 days off for our wonderful beach vacation - it is contract work, good pay but if you take time off you don't get paid. Still, we both have family that is helping out, but I wish I was there for her. Meanwhile, as I posted a couple of weeks ago difficult child had an opportunity to get into a long-term rehab but she walked from the Oxford House she was staying in while waiting. She was supposed to call the long-term place daily, but didn't. However, she did call them a few days later and they gave her a second chance, same deal - stay clean, and phone in every day. She did stay in touch with them this time, and called my folks last Saturday (6/4) to ask them to take her there Monday morning. On Sunday she again called in to the place, then called my folks and said she'd call again Sunday evening and tell them where to meet her. I guess she got cold feet, the second call never came and now she can't be reached again. So she has no idea that her grandfather is dying and that her nephew is being born (though easy child son has said difficult child is not to come near the baby until she's a year clean and living on her own).