I've been in quite a funk lately, as I hear more stories about my father's condition.

A few months back he slipped into dementia after the death of his longtime companion and my family who live near him were forced to try to place him in a home that could care for him.

Everything he had was sold.

As he was receiving care and proper medication his dementia faded and his old cranky bitter self returned. Now he has nothing in the way of a home or possessions and he was very angry to discover this. So angry in fact, he couldn't be contained.

In a call from my niece, she told me about a conversation she had with him where he explained after the death of his girlfriend he lost all will to live and stopped taking his medication. Withdrawal symptoms from long-term usage of numerous drugs shut his mind and body down.

This all causes me to think about my own mortality and future health. I have no insurance. No savings. No home.

I'm as loose as ashes in the wind.