So here's what went down: apparently her husband, "G," was talking on the phone to his dad (the alcoholic) and became concerned enough about his present state that he was moved by ...adrenalin, emotion, "the spirit"...I really don't know what...but early yesterday morning he packed a bag and jumped in his car and began to haul ass on the highway up to Chicago, his intent to convince Dad to get into rehab. Without telling his wife of his plans. Or calling us, either.

So, my hubby calmly phoned his bro' on his cell phone, and was able to persuade him to come to our house first and spend the night, since Dad would likely be in no shape to talk at midnight. He also convinced him to call his WIFE and let her know that he was ok. I have to say my husband handled things so well, it was amazing. He was on the phone with G and sister-in-law calming them both down and making the situation more safe, sane and logical.
When G arrived here last night I fixed him a snack and we talked with him awhile. He looked terrible, but I suppose liver disease doesn't exactly promote a "hi-pro glow".

Apparently, he hustled over to his Dad's place first thing in the morning. He called me at about 10 am stating that he was able to talk to Dad in person but after an hour and a half of stonewalling, no progress was made. So he drove back over here and jumped in his car and drove back to Kansas
I am mostly posting this for future reference as I am certainly expecting more drama to unfold as the weeks tick by. Hubby and I have written Dad off as lost to us unless some incredible force turns things around. He ditched us on Thanksgiving (he was drunk, natch) and after some emotional discussion, we washed our hands of the toxic situation. We have had enough struggles to arrive at the place of loving calm and peace in our own little household that we do not need it torn apart by others who choose to take us for granted.  

Yech.