A very infuriating turn of events occurred this weekend.
The song, “Home! Sweet Home/There’s no place like Home” rings from my land-line phone. Dad’s ringtone.
“Lori, my blood pressure is sky-high right now.” Dad says. His voice is low, dejected.
Oh my God, is he in the hospital? Is he calling to tell me he can’t make it because his health is critical? He’s so far away and I can’t help him.
I brace, waiting for him to tell me the bad news.
“They lost my reservation,” he says.
“What? Who lost, what reservation?”
“The airlines lost my reservation. They’re telling me there are no records that I even booked. I’ve been on the phone with them since 1:15pm. It’s now 4:45pm. I’ve talked to two supervisors and countless customer service reps. No one is willing to help me.”
Whew! I’m relieved he’s not sick. “Did you print out your reservation number?”
“Yes, they already charged my Discover Card. The only recourse I have now is for Discover to launch an investigation. The airline will not get me a flight out. They are treating me like I’m lying about making the reservation.”
That was the gist of the conversation. So, now what? Dad has a very busy schedule. It’s unlikely he’ll be able to reschedule for quite some time. Dad says, “It is, what it is.”
I don’t get to see my dad very often. I miss him. Sigh. I hope those “Refreshing, Tears” come so I can release this disappointment.
This situation brought me back to thoughts about Karma. I know I wrote about it before in my blog Losing Faith in Karma, but this is another twist on it.
- He won’t get his money back for the hotels he booked.
- My dad had to cancel his rental car and was charged a cancellation fee.
- He is going to miss my husband’s birthday dinner.
- I’m hurt and feeling sad because I can’t see my dad now.
- My dad is also disappointed he can’t see me.
- Some friends of my dad’s traveled to their winter home here in order to visit with my dad too. Now they are here and my dad won’t be coming. This adds two more people who are affected by the chain reaction.
Who pays the karma for this one? The many customer service reps Dad spoke to on the phone? The two supervisors? The CEO? Is this some karma debt my dad is paying? Since it affects me, am I paying back karma?
It’s not something vital for me to figure out. It’s just my mind thinking too much again. I did find an article online that seems to suggest my dad and I are being affected by this one-energy karmic flow for something we’ve done. While I do believe in the what-goes-around-comes-around theory, I get baffled when situations like this occur.
Dad’s wife, Kathie, suggested the universe may be protecting him from travel for reasons unknown.
I wondered if maybe there is a different purpose we are supposed to fulfill that our visit would’ve prevented us from fulfilling.
Perhaps there is a lesson we all need to learn, and maybe MY lesson is … to stop over-thinking and let it flutter out into the universe without another thought.
Miss you and Love you, Dad.