My father is not a bad or a mean person. And I understand that old age isn't just fun. But it feels like we've been talking about the same topics for decades without reaching any conclusion. He is currently in some kind of rehabilitation facility. He complained about the wind (get a warmer coat then). At some point he started talking about "foreigners" (there is a person from "Kazakhstan or Kyrgyzstan or whatever it's called" at his table) and obese people ("And now they're surprised that their knees stopped working" – guess they aren't) who are treated there as well. I just didn't know what to say. I've rebutted such remarks countless times, without any tangible result, so I said nothing, but I still don't agree. He had his partner and her daughter's family over the other day and sent me some pictures (for reasons unclear). I haven't met the daughter and her family, but I've met his partner. I guess that these people come closer to his notion of what a family is supposed to look and behave like.