Sometimes it's not that easy. My dad was thrown out of every facility unlucky enough to take him in. People couldn't be paid to care for him. He ended up with me. It was a freaking nightmare from beginning to end. He was violent, combative. He fought against taking his medicine. Half the time he refused to eat. He spread feces over everything. He kept running away and the police would find him and take him to a hospital where he would be kept for 3 days then sent back. December 18, 1996, the police didn't find him. I wonder.......