..is when you get a call from your brother telling you your family at the hospital, and you start freak out. we've had bad experiences at hospitals, and at no fault of anyone, I'm always the last one to find out about any accidents. so, needless to say, I was about to have a heart attack.
thankfully, it was not a life-threatening accident. my stepdad broke his hip, which is incredibly painful but he was rushed to bigger hosipital and made it through surgery yesterday.
also, as I made sure to point out to everyone, thank goodness our house has a handicap ramp in the back! (even though I complained about it daily since I always ate it on that ramp in the winter) it'll be perfect for the wheelchair, and make it easier for my momma to take care of him. I thought this was a great coincidence and hilarous that our house randomly had a handicap ramp that we didn't put in and now will end up using...no else has found it funny yet so far
everything seems to be going well and everyone back home is handling it well without me but at the same time, I'm realizing this is one of the situations where living so far away really sucks.
there's so many things I wish I could do..I wish I could be there to help my step-dad... I know I'm having flashbacks to when we had to go to the hospital when I lost my brother Jeff and dad so I cannot imagine what my momma and Curt (my other brother) went through being there and I wish I could have been there to support them...
but this is part of growing up. also, jeff's birthday is coming up so I need to figure ways of how to celebrate his life here in nc with the peopel that surround me here.
moral of the story: I need to find a support system here.
thankfully, it was not a life-threatening accident. my stepdad broke his hip, which is incredibly painful but he was rushed to bigger hosipital and made it through surgery yesterday.
also, as I made sure to point out to everyone, thank goodness our house has a handicap ramp in the back! (even though I complained about it daily since I always ate it on that ramp in the winter) it'll be perfect for the wheelchair, and make it easier for my momma to take care of him. I thought this was a great coincidence and hilarous that our house randomly had a handicap ramp that we didn't put in and now will end up using...no else has found it funny yet so far
everything seems to be going well and everyone back home is handling it well without me but at the same time, I'm realizing this is one of the situations where living so far away really sucks.
there's so many things I wish I could do..I wish I could be there to help my step-dad... I know I'm having flashbacks to when we had to go to the hospital when I lost my brother Jeff and dad so I cannot imagine what my momma and Curt (my other brother) went through being there and I wish I could have been there to support them...
but this is part of growing up. also, jeff's birthday is coming up so I need to figure ways of how to celebrate his life here in nc with the peopel that surround me here.
moral of the story: I need to find a support system here.
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