The story of the bathroom

My father has just almost killed himself in our bath. Now I'm wondering whether it would bring me any good if he really did...
And that's how I introduce the main theme of this "diary". The main theme of my life. My past and my future...
It crossed my mind that it wouldn't be that bad to write a book about him. A book for him. He's not able to listen to me, he can't understand what I tell him. He can only understand and accept what he reads and I feel that a letter wouldn't be enough to say everything I want. Although in fact just a sentence would do. Just one sentence.

Do you really think that all those things you do you do for me???