Phones are huge. Dad can’t hold them. Drops and destroyed. Phones are too big. Even Otterbox can’t protect them. Lost. Dropped. Soaked. Run over. The worst is having to set up the new or repaired phone because all the passwords are changed. I beg him to contact me when he can’t log in to something but he winds up changing passwords that he will never remember. The time spent trying to set up phones for him is irrational. But this is what happens when you age and can’t think about the logical way to handle things. I’m not mad. I’m just frustrated.