There's a time for everything. But I really really don't want it to be time for this. I got filled in this morning cuz I got up pretty late. I had vaguely heard dad leaving for the hospital in my sleep. Got to the ER around 2:30, 3ish maybe. Doc came around to have the talk. And it just hit. This may be it.
And I know I can't think like that because mom already does out loud too but I can't help it you know? Everything has changed and they'll never ever be the same. And I really don't want to accept that. or whatever else. What it would do to the people around me is unthinkable.
Dad called before they left and it sounded like there was a possibility she was waking up. What if I don't get to see her with her eyes open ever again? or hear her? God, what is wrong with me? ugh. I'd just fucking like to be there.
But no. Chloe, she'll be fine. She'll make it through this one. She deserves it. Her kids and their kids deserve it. Don't worry.
But that's the problem: I can't.
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