From my journal, written as it happened:
Tuesday, December 09, 2008 3:10:36 AM
Lora is missing. I do not know where she is. She left last night around 9:00 PM to go sing Karaoke at some local dive and when I woke up to go to the bathroom at 1:45 AM she was not at home yet. I tried to go back to bed but couldn’t sleep because it was 2:00 AM and closing time and I was worried. I tried calling her phone but it turns out she didn’t take it with her! Now it is very late, or early, and I’m beside myself with concern. I’m waiting a bit longer and then I will call the police, perhaps she merely got arrested for DUI or something and is not dead. Of course I doubt I’ll ever allow her to drive my car again, ever…
3:26:53 AM
Now I don’t know if I’m more scared or pissed, actually I have to say that at this point scared is riding much higher than pissed. It’s to the point of “You better be dead already cause I’m gonna kill you if you ain’t.” Rapidly swinging emotions, anger, fear, terror, anger. She is so never driving my car again, if she’s alive, it will be because she’s banned, if not… damn what a horrible thought! I sure hope I get to end up being pissed. I do not know what to do. I’ve been desperately praying for two hours now and nothing has changed. I’m going to shower and if I haven’t heard from her by 4:30 AM I’ll call the police.
4:04:40 AM
You think, “This can’t be happening to me…” but here I sit at 4:00 AM with Lora missing. She could be dead, or in jail, or injured, or out carousing. Who knows? Her phone sits uselessly in her bedroom. I sit uselessly in mine. I can’t even get in my car and go looking for her because she has my car.
4:22:34 AM
This is the hardest phone call I’ve ever waited to make. I think I’m going to throw up. Looking up phone numbers, Pleasanton Police Department, Dublin Police Department, emergency rooms...
4:37:53 AM
She is home. She is OK. Until I kill her later on today that is. She pulled into the driveway at 4:25 AM, so I didn’t have to call the police, she is OK, the car is OK, I’m OK. Thanks be to God!
So, the power of prayer II ;-)
Tuesday, December 09, 2008 3:10:36 AM
Lora is missing. I do not know where she is. She left last night around 9:00 PM to go sing Karaoke at some local dive and when I woke up to go to the bathroom at 1:45 AM she was not at home yet. I tried to go back to bed but couldn’t sleep because it was 2:00 AM and closing time and I was worried. I tried calling her phone but it turns out she didn’t take it with her! Now it is very late, or early, and I’m beside myself with concern. I’m waiting a bit longer and then I will call the police, perhaps she merely got arrested for DUI or something and is not dead. Of course I doubt I’ll ever allow her to drive my car again, ever…
3:26:53 AM
Now I don’t know if I’m more scared or pissed, actually I have to say that at this point scared is riding much higher than pissed. It’s to the point of “You better be dead already cause I’m gonna kill you if you ain’t.” Rapidly swinging emotions, anger, fear, terror, anger. She is so never driving my car again, if she’s alive, it will be because she’s banned, if not… damn what a horrible thought! I sure hope I get to end up being pissed. I do not know what to do. I’ve been desperately praying for two hours now and nothing has changed. I’m going to shower and if I haven’t heard from her by 4:30 AM I’ll call the police.
4:04:40 AM
You think, “This can’t be happening to me…” but here I sit at 4:00 AM with Lora missing. She could be dead, or in jail, or injured, or out carousing. Who knows? Her phone sits uselessly in her bedroom. I sit uselessly in mine. I can’t even get in my car and go looking for her because she has my car.
4:22:34 AM
This is the hardest phone call I’ve ever waited to make. I think I’m going to throw up. Looking up phone numbers, Pleasanton Police Department, Dublin Police Department, emergency rooms...
4:37:53 AM
She is home. She is OK. Until I kill her later on today that is. She pulled into the driveway at 4:25 AM, so I didn’t have to call the police, she is OK, the car is OK, I’m OK. Thanks be to God!
So, the power of prayer II ;-)
I'm glad she made it home safely. I'd be pretty scared if that happened to my kids.
ReplyDeleteYep, it's very scary... :-/ She was very apologetic, I doubt she'll forget her cell phone again any time soon.
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