Thursday, we found out my grampa has cancer on top of all of his other illnesses. He's been in the hospital. We began making arrangements to move him to the nursing home where his older sister has been for some months. We finally got him moved today. Not without drama.
Sometime Thursday or Friday, my drug-addict cousin broke into my grampa's house by busting out the deadbolt of the back door with a crowbar and stealing all the cash in the house. My grampa has paid of her car, basically supported her for the majority of her life. He would give her anything if she just asked. Now he's on his deathbed, and she does this. She was seen by one of the neighbors, and the police are going to bring her in.
Saturday evening, while leaving church, my grampa's older brother,, my Great Uncle Mert, was hit by a car. It was on the news. His body was so mangled that they wouldn't let the family see him when they loaded him into the ambulance. His oldest son, my mom's cousin Tim, saw the entire thing. Another of his sons, Frank, was coming out of the church and saw it happen too. He lived for two hours, semi-conscious through most of it. They were unable to fly him via Care Flight down to the trauma center in my city because of the ice in the atmosphere. He died on his way down here. He was 82. Two weeks ago, he was out on the tractor, dragging the chisel plow to get a head start for the spring.
I was at work at the bar when all this happened. For some reason, I felt the need to check my phone all night. I got a text from my mom about all this. I left work around midnight, got up to my mom's house around 1:30. I just got back to my house around 9pm today.
It's been a rough day.
Being back among the patchwork farm fields of my roots always feels good. But I realized that I'm not a part of the family as much as I want to or should be. There's a language I don't speak; my sister and mom are so seperate from me.
THe rain is coming through my ceiling. With all the rain we've gotten this week, the hole in the kitchen ceiling has gotten much larger. My landlord/roommate put tarps up in the attic in the general area of the other major leak in the roof, but that's only a temporary fix. I live in a fucking hovel.
Sometime Thursday or Friday, my drug-addict cousin broke into my grampa's house by busting out the deadbolt of the back door with a crowbar and stealing all the cash in the house. My grampa has paid of her car, basically supported her for the majority of her life. He would give her anything if she just asked. Now he's on his deathbed, and she does this. She was seen by one of the neighbors, and the police are going to bring her in.
Saturday evening, while leaving church, my grampa's older brother,, my Great Uncle Mert, was hit by a car. It was on the news. His body was so mangled that they wouldn't let the family see him when they loaded him into the ambulance. His oldest son, my mom's cousin Tim, saw the entire thing. Another of his sons, Frank, was coming out of the church and saw it happen too. He lived for two hours, semi-conscious through most of it. They were unable to fly him via Care Flight down to the trauma center in my city because of the ice in the atmosphere. He died on his way down here. He was 82. Two weeks ago, he was out on the tractor, dragging the chisel plow to get a head start for the spring.
I was at work at the bar when all this happened. For some reason, I felt the need to check my phone all night. I got a text from my mom about all this. I left work around midnight, got up to my mom's house around 1:30. I just got back to my house around 9pm today.
It's been a rough day.
Being back among the patchwork farm fields of my roots always feels good. But I realized that I'm not a part of the family as much as I want to or should be. There's a language I don't speak; my sister and mom are so seperate from me.
THe rain is coming through my ceiling. With all the rain we've gotten this week, the hole in the kitchen ceiling has gotten much larger. My landlord/roommate put tarps up in the attic in the general area of the other major leak in the roof, but that's only a temporary fix. I live in a fucking hovel.
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Hang in there, my thoughts are with you!
I want to stay home and snuggle with someone!
I haven't been updating because I was out of town for 10 days and then before that I had company, the holidays, etc.