My father's been getting more and more depressed recently, and it worries the hell out of me; he has trouble keeping his attention and concentration on tasks at hand, a matter compounded by age and the loss of my mother, which has lead to a more increasingly chaotic financial and personal state, culminating this week in the news that as he's so behind in sorting out his tax returns and books for the shop, he may have to spend £500 or more on accountancy fees and the like; I've offered to help writing out the books, as well as offering more support about the house (i.e. performing every day tasks that I would normally perform in the past anyway, I had just gotten out of practice due to living at the lawns); I must confess to this proposition being less than selfless, in that it avoids my breaking out into tear-fests whenever I'm alone, worrying about the state of my fathers mind, and spiralling down into my own private depressive thoughts and dreams of losing him, as well as others I deeply care about.