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Day three.

Hospitals are so draining.

I was at the hospital from 1 PM until 7 PM. 11 AM to 1 PM was spent getting people ready, talking to various family members, and shuttling people back and forth.

At 6, I used the excuse of needing to buy something for my brother to get out of the hospital and go for a drive. I needed it to break the monotony of the hospital walls.

He'll be very happy with what I bought him.

Grandpa hasn't gotten any better. Blood pressure is way up, and he was pretty much asleep the entire day. Yesterday he at least had a few hours where he was semi-awake. They're gonna start physical therapy tomorrow, in which they will move his paralyzed left side every hour.

My father, aunt and uncle need to have a long talk about what comes next. Because I'm afraid they're going to be pressed to make some decisions, and quick. My aunt and father are in agreement with what to do... my uncle, the eldest... he doesn't seem to want to let go yet.

I'm going to go to work tomorrow, put out a few fires, and make sure everything is OK on that front. If I do enough work, I should be able to stay out Friday. In the meantime, both my older brother and sister will be coming in tomorrow to pick up the slack.

It is good to see the entire family work together like this. But... I hate to say this... it makes me wonder... where were all of them when it was my parents who were in the hospital?

I am using this journal now for exactly what it is. A journal. A release. It feels good.


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Dec. 17th, 2003 08:48 pm (UTC)
They had you and in many ways thats enough.

Familys are like that but you have to forgive alot.

I read your other post, Sometimes all you need to say is simply "Hello".

I think you need to listen to your tears, and i say that becasue ive been where your standing.
knowing what is missing and that you dont have that history and realizing it ment something somwhere deep inside in a way that you didnt know could hurt that much.

Like i said "Hello" works well, remember you wont have another time to say it.
At least have the time that is now.
Keep breathing.
Dec. 18th, 2003 06:25 am (UTC)
You're a good heart, my friend.
Dec. 18th, 2003 12:19 pm (UTC)
Hang in there. It will eventually get better, it might get worse first but it will - I promise you, get better.

Journaling is good therapy. Writing down my thoughts kept me sane through puberty until my parents read it.

Dec. 18th, 2003 09:30 pm (UTC)
Sometimes it takes something like the end of a family icon to make people wake up.

Be glad for the reconnections that we have now. The past is over, and we all have to work hard to make more of the future. All of us.
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