Eri called me today; she told me the most heart wrenching news. I knew from the tone of her voice that it was not going to be good. Her cousin Karen, two daughters, Christa and Mikayla were over at their father & step-mother’s for the weekend. Their apartment had caught on fire yesterday in the early morning. Their father is in the hospital, with second and third (?) degree burns. The doctors induced him into a coma because he was in severe shock. But that is not the worst of it. He has no idea that his two daughters (with Karen), his step-daughter, step-son, and his new wife didn’t make it. I don’t know for how long it will be available on-line, but here is detailed information regarding the incident.
I had met Karen when I was back there just this past April. We had all gone to see Maroon 5 when they played in Boston at the college. I didn’t know her very well, but the way she talked about her girls, I could tell that they were her life. And Eri just adored those girls.
I can not even possibly know the grief that Karen is going through having just lost her only daughters, I can only imagine. My heart goes out to Karen, Eri, and the entire family. For them, this Christmas is going to be a time of sorrow. A reminder of the daughters, grand children, great grand children, and cousins come Christmas day when Christa and Kayla’s presents are the only ones left under the tree unopened.
I had met Karen when I was back there just this past April. We had all gone to see Maroon 5 when they played in Boston at the college. I didn’t know her very well, but the way she talked about her girls, I could tell that they were her life. And Eri just adored those girls.
I can not even possibly know the grief that Karen is going through having just lost her only daughters, I can only imagine. My heart goes out to Karen, Eri, and the entire family. For them, this Christmas is going to be a time of sorrow. A reminder of the daughters, grand children, great grand children, and cousins come Christmas day when Christa and Kayla’s presents are the only ones left under the tree unopened.
And Then...
Hearing Eri’s terrible news was just the beginning of my day. Upon getting ready for the second leg of Christmas shopping, this time to take the kids to get Wenchy her present and for each other, we got into my car and the damned thing just would not start up this time.
I’ve been having car trouble for some time, having a hard time starting it. I know I should have gotten it looked at from the first signs of trouble, but it is hard when you just don’t have the money for it. Well, now I have no choice because now it won’t start at all and I am just a little bit over my free 100 mile tow with AAA.
I am now forced to stay another night. I have no sick time left that I can use up, so I am going to have to take another vacation day tomorrow. I’ve already been referred to a place to take my car. Michael’s father, thank gawd, has a shop. So I am hoping that all that is wrong with my car is a dire need of a new fuel filter, and hope it is not my timing belt that broke. And I am hoping that whatever the problem is, I will only have to call into work tomorrow only.
Yeah, I can sure use that $250 that I wasted going to Las Vegas right about now! This just sucks. I am completely broke right now, just barely getting by, and not even that. Why can’t I win the fucking lottery or something!? I know it wouldn’t make me happy winning millions, but it would sure help get my ass out of debt!
It gets better!
So I called my mom to let her know that I was stuck up here another night with car problems and that I needed her to give me one of my credit card numbers to me since I left it at home. Hell, I just paid the damned thing off. I need to pay the other ones off now! But anyway, when I called her she was over at my Grammy’s house. She then told me that she was trying to get my Grammy up off the floor.
“What?? Why is she on the floor? Did she fall?”
Yep. And apparently she had been on the floor all day and was not able to get herself up! OH MY FUCKING GAWD!
I then tell my mom that we need to do something about Grammy; she can’t live by herself anymore. She agreed.
I don’t know what is going to happen. My mom is not too good at that take charge kind of thing when it comes to her mother. So in a way, I’m not looking forward to going home. Only because I know that my mom is going to push this on me. I’d love to crawl into some hole somewhere for a while, but I know that it would all just still be there waiting for me.
MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS TO ME!
(Attention family and friends, Christmas is cancelled this year due to the absence of
funding and sanity available at this time. Thank you and have a nice day!)
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