November 24, 2001 ~ Missing Crumbs
When we got home yesterday, Morgan checked the phone messages. "Melissa, there are three for you." He handed me the phone. I had been expecting a few. Leave for a trip on your birthday and over Thanksgiving and there are bound to be phone messages waiting when you get back. One was my mother, wishing me a happy birthday. But the second and third...
Dad. I had missed a call from my Dad. Two calls, actually.
It's been a few months since I last heard from him. Last summer I think. Probably July.
He said in the message that he has been pretty sick, but he's getting better, and he asked me to call him back sometime.
But he didn't leave a number.
So tonight I skeptically called the old number that I had for him, and, sure enough, "the number you have reached is unavailable." But the computerized voice offered to take a message. So I left a message, on the off chance that it would somehow get to Dad.
If anybody out there knows Keith L. Ray (probably somewhere in Washington State), let him know that his daughter Melissa tried to call him back.
Sometimes I grow very weary of this trail of breadcrumbs that he has left.