Commies ate my dad!
So my Dad went missing this weekend...I thought we were supposed to meet to visit my brother at the youth corrections place in Golden yesterday (Sunday.) My brother calls me at 2:50 on Saturday and says the visit is was scheduled for 2:45 Saturday and where are we? I told him I thought it was supposed to be Sunday and I'd call Dad and told my brother to call me back in 10 minutes if they let him. My brother says he just tried Dad at home and he didn't answer. So I called Dad at home, no answer, left a message. Thought I had his cell number but I don't. I'm a little worried at this point as he's super responsible and it's not like him to miss an appointment, it's also not like him to not talk to me at least a day before we're supposed to go somewhere together.
I tried calling him later that night while we waited in line to try to sneak into the Harry Potter IMAX show (ended up having to go to the show on the regular screen for which we actually had tickets.) No answer. A little more worried at this point.
When I haven't heard from him by noon on Sunday I'm getting really worried. I call the hospital in Ft. Collins (where he lives) and they tell me he's not a patient there, I don't have the guts to ask if maybe he was admitted and died...I call my uncle and get my dad's cell phone #, no answer, left a message. I try to get ahold of a friend of his to see if she can go by the house and check if he's there but she doesn't return my calls. Finally after 3:00 (since I assume if the visit was mis-scheduled for 2:45pm Saturday it should have been scheduled for 2:45pm Sunday) I call the police to report him missing. They say they'll send an officer out to the house to do a welfare check.
The officer calls me and says looking in the garage he sees my mom's car there but my dad's car is gone. This is good and bad. At least it means he's probably not lying dead in the house, but it also means I still don't know where he is and he could be anywhere. I also figure that it's possible my mom had to drive a car to the airport and leave it there (she's in Costa Rica right now) and left my dad the nicer car to drive while she's gone. I tell the cops this and call my grandparents to see if she left the car at their house in Denver and had them drive her to the airport, they didn't but now they're worried about my dad too.
Eventually the cops decide that, with my permission, they will go ahead and break into the house. I gave them the code to the garage door but the door from there to the house is locked (which is strange in itself, even when my parents aren't home they usually don't lock that door.) So they break the door down, go in, look around, he's not there. They call to tell me this, they've also sent the CSU police to my dad's office to see if he's there, he's not. This is pretty much all they can do at this point so I say Thanks and hang up.
I sit around worrying for another 3 or 4 hours, thinking about all the things I'll never get to do with my dad if he's dead, thinking about who will walk me down the aisle when I get married, angry that now that I have a good dad (he adopted me when I turned 18) he might be gone forever. Then my phone rings. The caller ID says "Mom and Dad"
It's my dad. I ask where was he and cry and tell him I'm glad he's ok, and sorry about the door.
Here's what really happened:
He was late to visit my brother on Saturday, he did go visit him but no one called me afterward. My dad thought we'd discussed going to visit my brother together the Sunday after Thanksgiving, however the last discussion I remember was us saying we would go visit him some Sunday while Mom is gone, and I figured since it wasn't the first Sunday she was gone it must be the second.
After the visit my dad decided he needed to get out of town. He didn't take his cell phone with him because my mom's the only one that ever calls him on it. On the phone he admitted that maybe this will teach him to carry it with him more often. So he is sitting in some hot springs somewhere while I'm worried sick that he died in his sleep or something. He apologized profusely and I just told him I love him very much and I'm glad he's ok.
Still not sure if I should offer to pay for the door or not...as there's a slight chance that he did tell me we were going next Sunday and I forgot...but I'm pretty sure we never discussed which Sunday...on the phone it didn't sound like he expected me to pay for it...eh, whatever.
I tried calling him later that night while we waited in line to try to sneak into the Harry Potter IMAX show (ended up having to go to the show on the regular screen for which we actually had tickets.) No answer. A little more worried at this point.
When I haven't heard from him by noon on Sunday I'm getting really worried. I call the hospital in Ft. Collins (where he lives) and they tell me he's not a patient there, I don't have the guts to ask if maybe he was admitted and died...I call my uncle and get my dad's cell phone #, no answer, left a message. I try to get ahold of a friend of his to see if she can go by the house and check if he's there but she doesn't return my calls. Finally after 3:00 (since I assume if the visit was mis-scheduled for 2:45pm Saturday it should have been scheduled for 2:45pm Sunday) I call the police to report him missing. They say they'll send an officer out to the house to do a welfare check.
The officer calls me and says looking in the garage he sees my mom's car there but my dad's car is gone. This is good and bad. At least it means he's probably not lying dead in the house, but it also means I still don't know where he is and he could be anywhere. I also figure that it's possible my mom had to drive a car to the airport and leave it there (she's in Costa Rica right now) and left my dad the nicer car to drive while she's gone. I tell the cops this and call my grandparents to see if she left the car at their house in Denver and had them drive her to the airport, they didn't but now they're worried about my dad too.
Eventually the cops decide that, with my permission, they will go ahead and break into the house. I gave them the code to the garage door but the door from there to the house is locked (which is strange in itself, even when my parents aren't home they usually don't lock that door.) So they break the door down, go in, look around, he's not there. They call to tell me this, they've also sent the CSU police to my dad's office to see if he's there, he's not. This is pretty much all they can do at this point so I say Thanks and hang up.
I sit around worrying for another 3 or 4 hours, thinking about all the things I'll never get to do with my dad if he's dead, thinking about who will walk me down the aisle when I get married, angry that now that I have a good dad (he adopted me when I turned 18) he might be gone forever. Then my phone rings. The caller ID says "Mom and Dad"
It's my dad. I ask where was he and cry and tell him I'm glad he's ok, and sorry about the door.
Here's what really happened:
He was late to visit my brother on Saturday, he did go visit him but no one called me afterward. My dad thought we'd discussed going to visit my brother together the Sunday after Thanksgiving, however the last discussion I remember was us saying we would go visit him some Sunday while Mom is gone, and I figured since it wasn't the first Sunday she was gone it must be the second.
After the visit my dad decided he needed to get out of town. He didn't take his cell phone with him because my mom's the only one that ever calls him on it. On the phone he admitted that maybe this will teach him to carry it with him more often. So he is sitting in some hot springs somewhere while I'm worried sick that he died in his sleep or something. He apologized profusely and I just told him I love him very much and I'm glad he's ok.
Still not sure if I should offer to pay for the door or not...as there's a slight chance that he did tell me we were going next Sunday and I forgot...but I'm pretty sure we never discussed which Sunday...on the phone it didn't sound like he expected me to pay for it...eh, whatever.