On Friday I had lunch with my Dad and Mum.
Mum and I were meeting up while Dad was getting a dose of unicorn dust injected into him. Unicorn dust that only just became available and is a new shining light for those rare few people who get diagnosed with Amyloidosis.
As I waited for the sangas to be ready Mum grabbed a table and I noticed from the distance a man was pulling out a chair on the other side. Then I noticed it was Dad. I skipped over, asked what he wanted to eat and confirmed his dose of unicorn dust had been administered, he had been much faster than we expected.
All was done. The nurse was lovely and said he was good to go.
The three of us had a lovely catch up, Dad had shiny fancy new black boots to show me. He would have ten days before more unicorn dust would be administered which meant no trips to the hospital next week. He was organizing things for this and that and had invites to here and there. He is always always busy. We talked some politics for a bit, we talked about coloured jeans, we discussed the bathroom renovations and how my little girls were. I reminded him of the ebook we were making and how he needed to record himself reading the story.
They left, with mum driving the new car that Dad bought last week, it is lovely, Dad really would have liked to drive but we weren't sure if he might think he actually was a unicorn and start trying to fly.
They shopped in towns along the way home, taking five hours to complete the three hour journey.
Life was good.
Until a phone call at 6.30 am.
The call that has made the world go dark. A slimy teary confusing sea of horrid.
They, whoever 'they' are, keep saying my Dad is gone.
I am not sure. I can't feel his presence or his spirit, and he is not answering my calls. I looked all over for him, I sat in his veggie garden and kept sneaking up to his computer desk to try and glimpse him, but he never showed up.
I tried an email, still no luck.
He is not replying to my text messages or Facebook messages.
The people, you know 'those' people, they cant tell me why they think he died, but they did let me see another man.
He looked like my Dad, but he was way way too cold. I tried really hard to warm him up, I held his hand for ages, I blowed kisses and hugged with all my might but that man didn't talk back to me.
My Dad, he would talk back to me. He would never not talk to me.
So if you see my Dad let me know, because I really really need to find him.
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