According to investigators, 85-year-old Carmelo LaMagna was last seen along the 1000 block of Wynmoor Circle, at around 3 p.m….”
On Friday, my father and a companion went to visit his doctor. Dad didn’t like what he was told. He walked out of the office, got in his car alone (his companion usually drives because he no longer drives). Then, he vanished. He did not go home. He did not answer his phone.
Our family requested a Silver Alert. The Silver Alert is like an amber alert for seniors – the police must actively look for the missing senior. Silver Alerts are serious business in Florida.
When the Coconut Creek Police located him the next day, they were patient, thorough and respectful (thank you). Dad was not happy to see them.
Dad now says he must go to The Bronx, to Albert Einstein hospital, to see those doctors. Because he worked in the Bronx decades ago. He doesn’t trust “these Florida doctors.”
You know the bagels in Florida aren’t like the bagels in New York. Neither is the pizza
. The sausage. The ravioli. The doctors.
He’s home now, and safe. I flew 2,853 miles yesterday to be here. My brother Marc arrives Thursday, and I’ll pass the baton to him. Brian calls frequently to help me talk through things. Every doctor, nurse, and vet among our friends and families are nudging dad to receive his much-needed healthcare in Florida.
Today, we had the early bird dinner at Sal’s Italian Restaurant. He shared stories about his days as “Mr. Fixit for sales teams” at car and motorcycle dealerships.
There is so much swirling around in my head. My thoughts are like a tangled thread.
Before Friday, I was patting myself on the back because I had things “handled” and “lined up” for dad. Hilarious.
I’ll let you know how this turns out. Thanks for listening,
PS. Do you have a story to share (privately)? I’d love to hear your experience or ideas.