So, my dad had a second failed heart surgery, and I was unable to reach him then, and left a message for him at the nursing station. He was relocated to a rehabilitation facility nearby and I feel like I was the last to know of the move. Called to wish him a good Memorial Day (yup, he's a veteran), best I could do is leave a message at the nurses' station again. I attended Furlandia with the knowledge that he was in a rehab clinic; not the cardiac unit or ICU which would have prompted me to see him.

Every time I've called the rehab unit, I've been unable to reach him. Yesterday, I learned he is no longer there, and the staff; due to HIPAA requirements, cannot tell me if he was ever a patient there. Or what happened to him. If they discharged him (as they have in the past), he could be dead at home in a few days (this almost happened last year). Last year, the discharge happened and my father was found nearly dead four days later in his apartment.

Anyhow, my sister was in regular contact with both the clinic and I. Now she's dropped out of contact too; at this point I don't know if my dad is alive, dead, at home, in long-term care, or back at the hospital. Or abducted by aliens. While I had a trip planned for next month, I'm unsure if I should wait that long. There are some very important other things to do on this trip (including returning to NASA for a bit and visiting a couple in Los Angeles).

At this point I feel like a mushroom. Being kept in the dark. Here's hoping that my sister or the clinic calls soon. One thought that crossed my mind is that my ties to my biological family are done and over with.