If I could ask something of you, I would ask you to pray, or think good thoughts, or send positive energy out into the world. When they find my dad, and please God, let it be soon, please let him be alive.
Because all I can think is, this time he's really done it. This time, he must be dead.
The last time I talked to him was 3 pm. He said he was going to the cardiologist - who I've since spoken with, who didn't see him today, who can't tell me if he did or didn't have an appointment. Who I think is a tool.
My mom and their houseguests got home at 9. The police have been looking for him since we called them about 9:30 this evening.
When I called 911, one of the officers remembered my dad from last time, and called the officer who had saved him. They immediately sent police to last time's motel. To no avail, but I appreciated that they remembered and took immediate action.
For all my dealings with the police in NoVA - and at this point, there have been way more than one might expect in the course of a life - I can only say good, good things. They've been immediately responsive and unfailingly kind.
And now it's past midnight. And there are no more doctors to call, no more possibilities to look into, no more details to give police.
All I can do is say please, please, God. Please don't let this be it. I need my dad. I need him to know my kid. Just let me have my dad for a little more time.