Delayed Response

I've attempted to call my father every day - sometimes a few times a day - for the last week, and gotten no response.

Okay, what does that mean?  Does he want to hear from me but not talk to me?  Does he not want to hear from me at all?  Is he in the hospital?  Is he dead?  I have to write all of these down because none of them are too ridiculous to consider, although I think my sister would at least get in touch with me if something momentous happened.  But I'm not even sure of that.  I thought my email was pretty thick stuff and it fell flat, with a thunderous silence.

The easiest thing to do is to ascribe some devious, aggressive motive to everything that rubs me the wrong way.  This is the fiction.  The fact, of course, is that no one else is thinking about me.  They can't even come up with the energy to crap on my a little.  They're not going to waste their energy.

I finally sent a text to my sister because I need keys to get into my dad's apartment when I arrive very early in the morning - if he's not there I'd rather find out about it sooner rather than later.  I wasn't not communicating with her to be venomous, just to be considerate. 
She responds, telling me he's in a different room.  I wouldn't treat someone like this because I think that it is, at best, rude and inconsiderate. 

I'd like to say that, too.  I don't think that I will.