My Dad will be 84 soon. We spend our winters in Florida, but the seven months we're home we meet Dad for dinner once a week, have him to dinner at least once a week, and talk on the phone several times a week. DH has been mowing his yard for two months because Dad thinks the tiny leak in his aortic valve means he's dying and he's too tired to mow. My brother is a lawyer (he hasn't seen Dad in person in two months and that was at our house), and though I keep him informed about Dad, yesterday he told me that surely we aren't planning to go to Florida, because who's gonna deal with Dad? Ummm....how about YOU, bro???