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over the weekend i got a call from my parents’ friendly neighbour Bon-Bon. Bon-Bon was one of my Mom’s caregivers and because she only lives like six doors down, she is kind enough to continue to keep an eye on my Dad. Bon-Bon and i have been through similar experiences. her dad died about a year after my mom died, and then her brother died shortly after. she called to tell me that her other brother died suddenly - like alone in his garage apparently of a heart-attack. very similar to my Aunt Jan who died alone in her bedroom two days before christmas from a duodenal ulcer.

then she told me that my dad (who is in Canada ice-fishing this weekend) had a glass guy coming and if he called, could i possibly come over and take care of it, since she didn’t know where or how she’d be. naturally i said i would do whatever i could and what did my dad need a glass guy for?

“Oh, someone tried to break in the other day.”

WHAT?!

my dad never said a THING about it.

Bon-Bon told me that apparently they tried breaking the glass at the backdoor. HOLY CRAP!

i talked to my Dad tonight and guess what? HE WAS HOME WHEN THIS ALL WENT DOWN! never told me about. his version of events is, he was downstairs on the computer and Annie Oakley came over and said “There’s glass everywhere.”

now here is the thing, my Dad’s blind. he has a genetic disease, retinitis pigmentosa, and has been totally blind since the early 90’s. and it’s true what they say, if you lose one sense, all other senses become heightened. my Dad’s hearing is fucking unbelievable. this didn’t serve me well as a bratty teen or know-it-all twentysomething, since he could hear when i was giving him the finger.

so it’s really hard to believe that even though he was downstairs on the computer that he didn’t hear breaking glass. he even marvels at the unlikelihood of him not hearing anything. but he swears he had no idea.

when i talked to him tonight and told him about Bon-Bon and her brother, i asked if the class was fixed and he said, yeah, it was taken care of before he left town. i told him how disappointed i was that he didn’t tell, since, if they tables were turned and someone tried to break-in while i was home, he’d probably want to know. i don’t want him to feel like he’s a simple, old man, but COME ON! i feel like i have a right to know if someone tried to break-in!

he reassured me that he’s locking and double checking all the doors now and that he’s locking doors even when he’s home. he’s going to start using the alarm more and blah blah blah. but still, he’s my dad. and i worry.