This morning, we were up early to make our way back to the marina. I could have stayed out another two weeks. It is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world, and it was over too soon.
We stopped by to see the parents on the way home. My father-in-law was being ugly again. My wife was talking to him and he exploded, telling her to get out of the house, and saying that he didn't need anyone helping him. He said so many ugly things to her. They were screaming at each other.
Now, C. feels bad for losing it with her dad. I was angry but stayed out of it. I could not see how further angry words would help. What I want to do is give him a wide berth and let him think about what he has done. He is effectively driving everyone away. His wife is afraid of him. And now his daughter wants nothing to do with him.
I think it's best to wait, see what happens, and adopt an attitude of compassion. He is sick. Perhaps the doctor will prescribe something that will take the edge off his anger. For now, I am not going to stand too close to his fire.
PS: Pop took the keys, drove off in the car, saying that he was going to "ride into the sunset". We alerted the police because no one knew where he was. He eventually came home around 6 PM. The police went to the door, but he wouldn't let them in.
He doesn't have dementia--his mind is sharp and his memory is excellent. There is no cerebral event. Nothing remarkable has happened except an explosion of anger. He has a terrible disposition and has had one for most of his life according to his siblings and C. I believe that things are not going the way that he likes because he is getting old. And he isn't getting old in a gentle way. Perhaps this is simply too much to write about. But it is what it is.