This morning, he was in his home (in California). He couldn't find his ashtray- the one he had in his lap, the one he had JUST set a lit cigarette down in. It had to be somewhere, but it just wasn't around. Never mind that hospitals don't generally allow smoking.
"Can you believe how many people there are in this house?" he asked. House? Yes, he wasn't in a hospital, he was at his home, relaxing.
He's obsessing on Diane Green. Yesterday morning, he was insistent that I call and cancel his flight out to New Jersey. At lunch, he told Jason to cancel Diane's flight to Minnesota. In the afternoon, he told me two stories- one of how Diane and Carol both visited him in the hospital, and that Diane stayed for a day... then later, he told how Diane's flight to Minnesota was cancelled midway, somewhere over Altoona, PA, and how she was miffed, having to take a bus with 17 people all the way back to New Jersey. This morning, he told me how thankful he was that he had flown out to New Jersey, and spent the week there with Diane.
I'm torn. I don't think I should contact Diane, because that is long since in his past. But I'm not sure... maybe she'd want to know. I know that I've spent the past couple of days calling his brothers and sister- family most of whom haven't made any effort at making contact for the past year and a half (and probably longer than that).
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2 comments:
i think you should contact diane. life is short and if i were her, i'd want to know about someone i cared about, even if it was in the past. just my two cents. :-)
Thanks for the feedback. It's been interesting the diversity of opinions I've gotten on this question. Some (including my wife) said clearly, "Let sleeping dogs lie." Others, like you, have said, "Tell her- in her position, I'd want to know."
What finally did is that I did an online search for her, found a phone number and called it. But the number is no longer in service, and I reached a deadend. I have, among Dad's papers, a report from when he hired a detective firm to track her down, but ethically, I don't feel that I can delve into that information, for it would be equivalent to hiring a firm myself- something I know that I wouldn't otherwise do.
So, I took the three-tone signal on the phone as a message from karma that I'd done what I ought, and to let things be for now.
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