My dad filed for divorce from his abusive, invalid wife, and a few months later he was legally single. This time my siblings and I wondered how quickly he would find another spouse. It didn't take too long. Only months after his divorce was final, he again announced that he was getting married. Again.
He had been shopping at D.I., which in Utah and Idaho is the Mormon equivalent to Goodwill or the Salvation Army. By the time his shopping spree was over, let's just say he left with more than inatimate used merchandise. As they're fond of saying, "She (or he) is the best thing I ever found at D.I.!"
Dad and his third wife, Vonna, were married without any of us present. This didn't surprise us, since he had a tendency to leave us out of things from time to time. Vonna is a few years older than Dad, and for a couple of years they seemed really happy. Vonna was a spry little lady, always joking and pulling pranks and telling funny stories. However, it quickly became apparent to us that she wasn't all there. She had become a victim of alzheimer's.
Over the past few months Vonna has steadily declined to the point where she often doesn't recognize her own children or remember their names. She spends her days wandering around the house, pulling things out of cupboards and closets so she can work on her "projects" but then quickly forgets what she was doing and moves on to the next thing, jabbering all the while. She also tries to wander away from the house, and frequently goes out to the old Nissan and attempts to start it so she can go somewhere, not remembering that it hasn't been in working order for years. My dad and Vonna's children have hired an aide to come to the house a few hours each day to help take care of Vonna so Dad can have some time to run errands, take care of things around the house and yard, and rest.
But it appears that Dad is once again, in a very real sense, alone.