I always expected my ninety-two-year-old father to die alone in his apartment; I never anticipated he’d go insane first. I was hoping he could keep it together a little longer, hold out for another week until I got there (but no).There’s never a good time for a crisis, especially when it involves a crazy man.
Thank God I’m Frank is a true story of when I rescued my father from himself. After navigating a complex medical legal system in Minnesota, I persevered to bring my ailing father home to live out his days at my ranch in Colorado.
This is a memoir about dementia, alcoholism, and dysfunctional family bonds that leave most people eviscerated and scarred for life. It's a story of empathy, love, and admiration, a story of catharsis that improves the quality of a dying mans life in spite of his recidivist tendency to self-destruct.
Written in the first person, present tense, Thank God I'm Frank is an objectivist's manifesto of reality, tackling the bitter consequences of life that often impose on our happiness.