Seeing Dad with my own eyes...

I arrived in the morning at my parents home. Dad was sleeping. Mom was frantic. She doesn't handle stressful situations very well.
Dad wasn't eating on his own. He needed help. We kept force feeding him every few hours. I'm trying to get all the facts from the last few days as Mom didn't tell me what was going on.
We took Dad's glucose in the morning. It took several tries, but we did it.
Mom's a mess. Dad is not himself. I'm taking the next 3 days off work. I'll sleep over and help look after Dad.

Brother didn't like me confronting him about how he spoke to Mom. He had is 4 year old son with him. He told me to fuck off. I asked him if that was acceptable to speak that way infront of his son. He told me to stop being such an ass. A big ass. Oh - and if he comes over to the house and sees my car in the driveway, he's going to turn around and go back home.

One other thing. He left with his son. Slammed the door. I heard a thud outside. I knew what he did. After he I went outside. He had left a lovely dent in my car on the passenger front side. This isn't the first time he's done something like this. He was driving with his daughter in the back, she was sleeping. A driver honked his horn at my brother. He got out of his car and pounded the hood of the other driver leaving a dent. He has the best social skills.

To top things off today - the power went off. It came back off 4 hours later.

Here's what I gathered on this day:
Last night my Brother told my Mom to go fuck herself because it was her fault Dad had become so ill. He felt that it was her responsibility to make sure he ate due to his diabetes.

Looking at my Dad's glucose level chart, it seems that on October 17, 2005 he made 4 entries for his glucose level. That means he tested is glucose level 4 times. Going back in the chart he has one entry for every day. Religously. Except for October 17, 2005.

We don't know what happenned to Dad from when Mom left the house until when Dad showed up at my brothers.