A roller coaster I'd like never to ride again

Paula & Elena, July 2009

As is my nightly custom, I called my mom Thursday evening. No answer. Hmmm. Maybe tired from a busy day. We were heading out the door to catch a bus to Denver's Union Station where we were hopping a train to Galesburg, Illinois to visit Paul for his final family weekend at Knox College. I continued trying to call, tried calling neighbors...nobody answering. Hmmm. Maybe the phones are out in the neighborhood. Friday morning, I started calling again. No answer at mom's. Called the neighbors, they answered, went over to mom's house, and discovered no car in the garage and Thursday's mail still in the box. Oh oh. I called the hospital; no record of her there. I called her doctor; he hadn't heard from her in the last day or two. I called her dentist where she had an appointment Thursday morning. Yes, she had been there. But then heard from the friend who mom was supposed to have lunch with Thursday and mom had not shown up. Time to mount a full-out search. I called a high school buddy who started driving the streets of Petoskey and called the police who put out a 3-county bulletin and also started searching the streets, retracing possible routes mom might have taken. And me, my cell phone, and Kendall kept riding the rails to Galesburg.

Got to Galesburg. Happy family weekend Paul and, by the way, Grandma is missing. Checked into our B&B with the cell phone attached to my ear. Took Paul's buddies out for pizza and played with my salad while listening to the welcome distraction of a lively gang of college students. Looked up car rental agencies thinking we would head to Petoskey the next morning. Returned to the B&B, numb from disbelief at the turn of events. 10 p.m., the phone rings. It's the police and mom's been found. In her car, in good shape all things considered (no food or water for 36 hours and pretty darned cold), in a ditch off a two-track road off a country road south of town. The ambulance is taking her to the hospital to get checked out. I call the ER, they let me talk to her. She is talking, she is o.k., she's alive!

Today is Monday. We're back from Galesburg and mom's still in the hospital awaiting test results. The doctors would really like to solve the mystery of how mom got from the dentist's office to that little two-track road with no clue of where or how she was driving. In the meantime, she's got energy back in her voice, she's taking little walks around the hospital, she's cogent, she's got her sense of humor about her, and she's got one very thankful daughter. Whew. Oh, and she turned 89 during this adventure. Who'd've thunk an 89 year old could get into that much mischief.