By Lisa Baker
Fall has arrived! Cooler weather and beautiful colors as the leaves change. The stores are all decorated for Christmas.
Hold on, my phone is ringing.
Dad: Lisa this is Daddy. How are you doing?
Me: Good Dad. How are you?
Dad: I’m in a mess.
Me: Why? What’s wrong?
Dad: I need to get out of here. I don’t have anywhere to put my stuff.
Me: Dad you have plenty of room in your closet.
Dad: No! I need to get these things home.
Me: You need your clothes there, Dad.
Dad: When are you coming to get me?
Me: Dad, I have to work. I can’t do anything until after I get off.
Dad: You can leave work now! I want you here now! You hear me?!?
Me: Yes, Dad I hear you. I can’t just leave work every time you call. I’ll get fired.
Dad: You don’t worry about that. I need you here now!! Hurry up and get down here. I’ll be waiting.
*dial tone, he hung up on me*
I know he is fine or the staff would have called me, and I can tell from the phone number he is at his facility. So, I know he is safe.
Back to work. I love the fall. It’s a beautiful time of year. People are shopping for Thanksgiving and Christmas. The time changes, we fall back one hour.
Excuse me, my phone is ringing again.
Dad: Lisa, this is Daddy. How are you doing?
Me: Dad, I am good. Trying to get my work done.
Dad: Lisa, listen. I am at Allied and I need you to come pick me up.
Me: Dad, you’re at Allied?
Dad: Yes, Lisa. I need you to hurry up and get down here to pick me up!
Me: Dad, I’m still at work. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be here.
Dad: Lisa, I’ve done told you I need you to get here now! RIGHT NOW! To pick me up. Don’t make me wait!
*dial tone, he hung up again*
I see that he called me from his facility, so I know he is not at Allied. Also, Allied has been gone for years now. That building is now Honeywell if I’m not mistaken.
Ok now, where was I? Talking about fall.
It is such a beautiful time of year. Not too hot, not too cold. Just perfect. Christmas trees and Christmas lights start being put up.
Yes think we could all use a little prayer now and then. Especially this one.
So, let’s see now, my phone has rung twice in about fifteen to twenty minutes. Just while I’m getting my blog post together.
On a regular work day, I put my phone on silent. Hard to scrub and have your phone ringing. I check my messages during lunch. While Dad won’t leave a message, he will continue to call me. By lunch I could have as many as ten missed calls from him.
I also check my voice mail. If the staff at his facility are really trying to get me they will leave a message. If it is urgent and they can’t get me they will then call my sister in law.
By the time I get off work and get home there may be as many as 22 missed calls from Dad.
He has told me anything from, “I’ve got all this corn that I’ve got to get home. You got to come help me get it home,” to, “they are kicking us out, Lisa I need you to come get me.”
I never know just what the story will be from one call to the next. I try to deal with each one the best I can. And I go to see Dad as much as I can.