Wow - Being a Kid has been hard

Back in the middle of October my 83 year old dad ended up in the hospital with pneumonia, which made him sick for a while, but worse, kicked in a huge amount of memory loss and overall confusion. After my mom passed away six years ago he and Millie, who he had attended grade and high school with, reconnected and eventually ended up living together. As my dad recovered it became apparent he could not return to his condo, so Millie's daughter Gina and I relocated them to a nice 2-bedroom independent living unit at the Forum, a multilevel living facility. He couldn't handle it. Now less than a month later I've relocated him again to an assisted living studio unit at the same location. During the relocation he lived with my wife Betty and I for a week, searching the house for what ever was on his mind for a minute or two, asking the same questions endlessly, and always worrying about his money. Doesn't sound too bad, but Betty and I were in tears several times a day. After two days of moving furniture, buying a new bed and bedding, stocking the kitchenette with drinks and snacks, hanging pictures, and everything else it takes to move somebody, I took him to his new place this morning. Luckily I found Betty's car keys in his pocket when we got there. We had a nice meeting with the staff, unpacked his clothes, and got him settled into his new place. He liked it. Millie came over to visit. I left them and went to his old house and continued cleaning out trash, saving family treasures, and thinking about selling the house and a car. I'm pretty exhausted, but, he liked it!