I can't even finish being sad about one thing before the next thing hits. The guy I've been dating for a month... 2 days shy of a month... Was just shot and killed Sunday night... Monday morning. I might have been the last person he talked to on the phone... The last person he texted... The last person he went out to get food with... The last person he held in his arms.
My eyes are swollen from crying all Monday. My feet are heavy. He kept telling me all day "don't leave me" because I plan on moving... But I can't help but wonder if it was a plea for not leaving him that Sunday evening. He once told me not to tell him goodbye... I had told him goodbye on that phone that night... 20 mins before he was murdered... Was it a premonition? Or simply force of habit. Ugh... I replay the day/s over and over and over all Monday.
Today, I wake up in a bed that we just slept in together the night before the shooting to a call from my brother, "is dad home? He didn't come home last night and mom was looking for him this morning." I get up to check his room, the living room, the neighbors houses..... OF COURSE HE'S NOT THERE!
How do I process everything at once. I lay in bed another 15 mins... I just don't want to think right now. My brother is headed to Palmdale, my mom is at work... They act as if this is normal.
Im just getting back from looking for him... I can barely drive, my eyes are so tired. My soul is begging for relief. I didn't think it was possible to cry anymore than I already had... More tears. I can't drive right now, I pull over in the middle of the two lane highway. I need to head home.
None of this is/can be normal!
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Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Monday, December 8, 2014
For Better or for Worse
God bless my mom. She is the strongest woman I know!!! I meant to write this post a couple days ago, but I've slacked...after tonight though...it needs to be said. How do you keep taking care of a man...even though sick...that goes in the room when you come in from work, who won't eat your cooking, gives you the middle finger, and calls you a jackass?!?! How does a man and wife go from loving each other, having three kids, being married for over 30 years end up like this??? The vow of marriage for most people these days holds no sanctity...most people are divorced at least 2 maybe 3 times over, here in California...but my mother, my dear mom; is still married to and takes care of my father. I don't know if I'd have the will...I mean it wasn't as tough the first couple years, but as time goes on it progresses and just gets to the for WORSE!!!
Tonight we all went past our boiling points...tensions rose as my brother comes home to a room reeking of a pee soaked futon with dad laying there marinating in it and his clothes. Unwilling to shower and change, my brother had enough and threw him out of the room along with the rest of his clothes.
As I was laying in the bed with mom catching up on some needed R&R and watching Cutthroat Kitchen I hear more a ruckus from my dad and brother going at it back and fourth. There definitely was starting to be some physical fighting which I then hopped out of the bed to calm things down. Dez was taking the cover off the futon and spraying Febreze in the air. I asked my dad to please shower and change out of his wet clothes. He could not focus and began cussing at me too. He almost put his hands on me, when my mom burst out of the room. She asked him to stop being stubborn and attempted to explain that we were only looking out for his best interest and why would he keep biting the hands that fed him. More cussing ensued, he explained that he's out of here and is going to go with his family. I said to call them up and see who would come get him. He started gathering his things from the hallway and placing them in the living room. I proceeded to throw pee stained clothes and the futon cover in the washing machine. Dad got mad about that started screaming and my mom interjected...he started towards her to which she retreated to the closest room, which was mine and closed the door to where it was barely cracked...she kept trying to talk him down from behind the door to no avail. His water bottle fell on its side, and he got mad about that...Dez then grabbed him and "escorted" him to the living room. I had to grab Dez to get him to stop as he was heated like a lion taking his kill down with the final blow. I threw him in his room and went back into the living room to see dad putting his dirty clothes on one of the chairs. I asked him to give me the dirty clothes because I didn't want my living room smelling like piss (excuse my french). Of course he didn't want to give me the clothes. He started yelling at me, saying I'm lucky to be alive, and eff bomb this and eff bomb that. I got some of the clothes to put in the laundry. He started back after me to which Dez pushed him back and he fell over an ottoman to the ground, here comes mom out of the room again, this time calming Dez and asking him not to hit dad as we all know that he isn't all mentally there. Dez just keeps saying I'm done, I don't care, it doesn't matter. My dad said something to the affect of you better pray to God or it's because you don't pray to God to which Dez yelled "it's not like you taught me." Mom goes back in her room, Dez goes in his room and closes the door. Dad finishes gathering his things and lays on the ground.
I throw some oxyclean in the washer and set the washer to sanitize mode. Now that things are a little more settled I ask dad again to take a shower so that the moisture from his wet clothes doesn't seep into the floors. He goes off and says he can't wait to get effing out of here and that I'm lucky it's not daytime or he would be gone. I said whats daytime have to do with it, go now. He's like you're lucky to be alive, I said yes I am and so are you or where would you be living right now. I told him to call his family now...tell them to come get you now then. He doesn't call. I told him to get out then if he couldn't respect my house, my rules and his own self. He said fine...I opened the front door and he started throwing putting his stuff outside. He's outside and I lock the door behind him!
How do we go from being worried about someone being lost and searching for them to kicking them out...complete 180 on the emotional level!! Things are irreverently crazy with our words to each other. I start cleaning the spills from his water bottle and wet spot on the floor. He then starts ringing the doorbell asking for his wallet. I tell him he has his wallet and to check the pile on the porch. He doesn't check and proceeds to pound on the door. I tell him I'm going to call the police. It was as if he was trying to break the door down.
Dez and mom to the rescue again. Mom asks me to open the door. I comply, but don't let him in entirely. He wants to get his wallet, I tell him to tell Dez where it is so Dez can get it. Dez retrieves the wallet. Mom again with her loving nature tries to reason with dad: "don't you want to take a shower and get clean and sleep in the warm house?" "Can you just stop being stubborn and allow us to help you?" No response...he turns his back to the door. I shut it.
I continue cleaning. Mom asks me what I need help with. "Nothing, just go to bed" She has work in the early morning. As she heads to her room she says "I'll find a place for him tomorrow, for us!"
I look out the window and dad is sitting on the bench on the porch talking on the phone. I assume he is attempting to get a ride. I finish swiffering the floors and wiping down the chair ottoman and fridge. I look outside...and he's simply laying on the bench. No ones come to his rescue.
I wanted to buy a couch...saw a nice one at the JCPenney outlet...but didn't want it to be pee stained. Lost my dog, my house smells like pee, dirty dishes where the clean ones are, food spilled on the counters and floors...the energy is one of plain and simple misery.
Human nature is a funny thing...so many things at play tonight: the need to be right, anger, hurt, ill will, resentment, resignation, but mostly compassion. Especially from mom. Even as I sat down to write this she comes in my room "Are you just letting him relieve some steam outside for a bit?" I reply "He can stay outside, he has a blanket." To which she says "He's wet." I exclaim "He could have already had on dry clothes, I can't make him change, what do you do?" "What do you do?" She leaves the room to finally get some rest.
I don't know about you, but I'm stressed, I'm at the point right now where I feel overwhelmed. I can't even muster the energy to cry I'm so drained from the ordeal. ::exhale::
You never know how "lucky" you are or the luck you can create for yourself...I can only hope and pray to find a husband who loves me as unconditionally as my mom has "love" for my dad, and that I will love that man so much that there's no question that I'd return the same. My ex and I would talk about this occasionally, "If I was in a coma, how long would you wait of me? Would you wait for me?" I always said that if I was in a coma after a certain amount of time please remarry and be happy, I wouldn't want someone to continue to be sitting around sad waiting for me. I guess you would never know how you would react to that situation until you were placed in it. I don't think my mom could have predicted how she would have reacted to this situation...I'm pretty sure the answer would be different than her current outcome.
Well, that's enough out of me for one night...Take care of yourself!!! Don't end up like dad!
Time to go check on him.
XO
Tonight we all went past our boiling points...tensions rose as my brother comes home to a room reeking of a pee soaked futon with dad laying there marinating in it and his clothes. Unwilling to shower and change, my brother had enough and threw him out of the room along with the rest of his clothes.
As I was laying in the bed with mom catching up on some needed R&R and watching Cutthroat Kitchen I hear more a ruckus from my dad and brother going at it back and fourth. There definitely was starting to be some physical fighting which I then hopped out of the bed to calm things down. Dez was taking the cover off the futon and spraying Febreze in the air. I asked my dad to please shower and change out of his wet clothes. He could not focus and began cussing at me too. He almost put his hands on me, when my mom burst out of the room. She asked him to stop being stubborn and attempted to explain that we were only looking out for his best interest and why would he keep biting the hands that fed him. More cussing ensued, he explained that he's out of here and is going to go with his family. I said to call them up and see who would come get him. He started gathering his things from the hallway and placing them in the living room. I proceeded to throw pee stained clothes and the futon cover in the washing machine. Dad got mad about that started screaming and my mom interjected...he started towards her to which she retreated to the closest room, which was mine and closed the door to where it was barely cracked...she kept trying to talk him down from behind the door to no avail. His water bottle fell on its side, and he got mad about that...Dez then grabbed him and "escorted" him to the living room. I had to grab Dez to get him to stop as he was heated like a lion taking his kill down with the final blow. I threw him in his room and went back into the living room to see dad putting his dirty clothes on one of the chairs. I asked him to give me the dirty clothes because I didn't want my living room smelling like piss (excuse my french). Of course he didn't want to give me the clothes. He started yelling at me, saying I'm lucky to be alive, and eff bomb this and eff bomb that. I got some of the clothes to put in the laundry. He started back after me to which Dez pushed him back and he fell over an ottoman to the ground, here comes mom out of the room again, this time calming Dez and asking him not to hit dad as we all know that he isn't all mentally there. Dez just keeps saying I'm done, I don't care, it doesn't matter. My dad said something to the affect of you better pray to God or it's because you don't pray to God to which Dez yelled "it's not like you taught me." Mom goes back in her room, Dez goes in his room and closes the door. Dad finishes gathering his things and lays on the ground.
I throw some oxyclean in the washer and set the washer to sanitize mode. Now that things are a little more settled I ask dad again to take a shower so that the moisture from his wet clothes doesn't seep into the floors. He goes off and says he can't wait to get effing out of here and that I'm lucky it's not daytime or he would be gone. I said whats daytime have to do with it, go now. He's like you're lucky to be alive, I said yes I am and so are you or where would you be living right now. I told him to call his family now...tell them to come get you now then. He doesn't call. I told him to get out then if he couldn't respect my house, my rules and his own self. He said fine...I opened the front door and he started throwing putting his stuff outside. He's outside and I lock the door behind him!
Dez and mom to the rescue again. Mom asks me to open the door. I comply, but don't let him in entirely. He wants to get his wallet, I tell him to tell Dez where it is so Dez can get it. Dez retrieves the wallet. Mom again with her loving nature tries to reason with dad: "don't you want to take a shower and get clean and sleep in the warm house?" "Can you just stop being stubborn and allow us to help you?" No response...he turns his back to the door. I shut it.
I continue cleaning. Mom asks me what I need help with. "Nothing, just go to bed" She has work in the early morning. As she heads to her room she says "I'll find a place for him tomorrow, for us!"
I look out the window and dad is sitting on the bench on the porch talking on the phone. I assume he is attempting to get a ride. I finish swiffering the floors and wiping down the chair ottoman and fridge. I look outside...and he's simply laying on the bench. No ones come to his rescue.
I wanted to buy a couch...saw a nice one at the JCPenney outlet...but didn't want it to be pee stained. Lost my dog, my house smells like pee, dirty dishes where the clean ones are, food spilled on the counters and floors...the energy is one of plain and simple misery.
Human nature is a funny thing...so many things at play tonight: the need to be right, anger, hurt, ill will, resentment, resignation, but mostly compassion. Especially from mom. Even as I sat down to write this she comes in my room "Are you just letting him relieve some steam outside for a bit?" I reply "He can stay outside, he has a blanket." To which she says "He's wet." I exclaim "He could have already had on dry clothes, I can't make him change, what do you do?" "What do you do?" She leaves the room to finally get some rest.
I don't know about you, but I'm stressed, I'm at the point right now where I feel overwhelmed. I can't even muster the energy to cry I'm so drained from the ordeal. ::exhale::
You never know how "lucky" you are or the luck you can create for yourself...I can only hope and pray to find a husband who loves me as unconditionally as my mom has "love" for my dad, and that I will love that man so much that there's no question that I'd return the same. My ex and I would talk about this occasionally, "If I was in a coma, how long would you wait of me? Would you wait for me?" I always said that if I was in a coma after a certain amount of time please remarry and be happy, I wouldn't want someone to continue to be sitting around sad waiting for me. I guess you would never know how you would react to that situation until you were placed in it. I don't think my mom could have predicted how she would have reacted to this situation...I'm pretty sure the answer would be different than her current outcome.
Well, that's enough out of me for one night...Take care of yourself!!! Don't end up like dad!
Time to go check on him.
XO
Thursday, November 20, 2014
don't blink...
It's amazing how things can change in an instant...three days ago I was enjoying in n out and yogurtland with my dad. This morning I was repeating our daily routine telling him not to over feed the dog, not to dig in the trash, not to get lost...and what did he go and do?!?!? And he took Xabi with him...
this is the longest he's been lost; it's been over 12 hours now. It's cold, all he had on was a light sweater, xabi had no sweater. Mom and I just got back from looking for two hours. How do you find someone in the dark, in the city of LA?
If anyone is listening out there, and has answers...I'd love to hear them!!!!!
Mind you, my phone is still broke.
I was just reading earlier at the office the interview with Willow and Jaden Smith and they talk about the construct of time and how we can control it. Time was and is definitely creeping by as slow as can be in this moment in my universe.
Pray for us (my family)
With the sincerest gratitude
UPDATE!!!!
He's back!
this is the longest he's been lost; it's been over 12 hours now. It's cold, all he had on was a light sweater, xabi had no sweater. Mom and I just got back from looking for two hours. How do you find someone in the dark, in the city of LA?
If anyone is listening out there, and has answers...I'd love to hear them!!!!!
Mind you, my phone is still broke.
I was just reading earlier at the office the interview with Willow and Jaden Smith and they talk about the construct of time and how we can control it. Time was and is definitely creeping by as slow as can be in this moment in my universe.
Pray for us (my family)
With the sincerest gratitude
UPDATE!!!!
He's back!
Friday, October 31, 2014
Disappearing acts
Its a new day, and guess what..we're all still alive and kicking. Alas new developments...I'm on my way back home from a potential client lunch in orange county when my mom calls me. "Your dads appointment is at 3:00 instead of 3:30, can you bring him to me or take him?" My response "Sure I'll take him..." I get home, the TV is still on, I cut it off, and attempt to do some work before we have to head out, as I'm working from home today (no Halloween traffic for me!)! As my phone buzzes letting me know it's about 15 minutes until we need to leave, I open the door to wake up who I thought was sleeping father. HE'S NOT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I yell dad, I look in the backyard, I look in the bathroom, check my moms room one more time...to no avail. (not again) He is lost!!!!! My parents have been here for about a month now and my dad has now gone missing for the 3rd time. 1st time my mom found him and my dog about .8 miles away, 2nd time the police found him about 3.5 miles away...this time I call my mom, let her know the scoop. She's headed home from work, I hop in my car and begin the search. No MRI today :/ He likes to be around people, so I stick to the main streets, up and down and around I go. I go to the spots he was found, I head to the park and places he's talked about from his walks alone and with my mom. Nothing. I drive by an ambulance and as I pass I do slowly to see if he might be inside, I don't see anyone so I hit a U turn at the next intersection to get a glimpse from another angle of the paramedic...still no one. I head home, call my mom, tell her I haven't found him, ask her to call the police...then I wait.
NUMB
That's the only way I can feel...I don't cry, I don't get mad, I just sit numb in my thoughts. I sit outside to wait for the cops and bring my laptop out with me to try to do a little work. I do get a bit of research done for the project, but as soon as I get in the groove of that, my mom pulls up. The police still haven't made it. "Guess they'll get here when they get here...they're taking their sweet time this time," she says. My mom goes in the house to change from her work clothes and comes back to the front, and just as I head inside, the police pull up. A sweet woman comes to the door, as Xabi tries to greet our guests, the male cop loves him. They ask for my mom, she comes right out. They begin conversing and my phone rings. I don't recognize the number, I answer, "Emily?" she asks. I said "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number." She says "Is your father Matthew?" I said "Yes! Who is this?" (she must have said Amber Reed...can sound like Emily if you say it really fast) Turns out he's in the hospital in Huntington Park. The lady cop takes down the address and phone number and replies that they will head there as well to make sure there's been no trauma. The nurse on the phone asks me his medical issues, and explains he seems to be confused. I still feel numb, in a zombieesque state, I'm not overly excited in the tone of my voice that they found him, or better yet that he remembered my phone number, but inside I definitely feel a deep sense of relief...Thank God! Source! Thank you Jesus! Whoever I should be thanking thank you! My mom gathers his information, medication etc. and we head out. "You're driving." She says. That's fine with me...let's just go make sure he's okay.
Somehow I knew in my heart that he was in a paramedic or ambulance...something pulled me to turn back around to look in that paramedic...I wonder if that was the paramed that did pick him up?! Hmmm
Nevertheless 20 minutes later we get to the hospital. A small quaint place with parking in the back. We see the police car, but no one inside. My mom and I head to the entrance. We wait patiently in the queue...he's in bed #3, "Thank you" I said. We go to the guard to sign in..."Only one at a time" he says. This is crazy! My father, Lord knows what happened to him is sick and was brought in by an ambulance, but I can't even go see him, what if he needs me, what if he dies in the next 10 minutes, I won't even get to talk to him, touch his still warm and lively body...all this flashes through my thoughts in a matter of seconds, before I even attempt to sit down in a chair and the waiting room and as my mom is escorted past the "security" door to the back. I jump on my phone to distract myself. She comes out fairly quickly and asks me to go back and talk to the nurse as I was the last one to see him and talk through this story he is recalling from his ordeal.
I get to the back see him and she immediately escorts me out of the room to chat. (I still can't talk to him to see if he's okay) She pulls me in another room and begins whispering...(why are we whispering?) He says you walked the dog this morning and he took some vitamins and he followed you to walk the dog and you got lost and he was trying to find you. Is this her story or his? I explain that I did walk my dog and he might have taken his vitamins and/or meds, but I don't know. I mean...IS MY DAD OKAY?!?! I walk away from her to find him being hauled off to get a cat-scan as the doctor wants to make sure he hasn't hit his head or anything too serious.
I head back out to the waiting room to meet my mom. She goes back in. Comes back out. We wait...Maury is playing in the waiting room "you are not the father!" Maury exclaims!!! The crowd cheers, the lucky not the father runs through the crowd gathering high fives. I can't believe this show is still on, I think to myself. We wait some more. My mom is hungry...she goes back inside, and now they want to do a chest x-ray. Ultimately my dad is going to be transported to Kaiser to be observed for three days, but this place is doing their due diligence before the transport...or are they?! My mom and I question their need for testing vs their need for money as they will be billing the insurance company...he's on Medi-Cal..thanks tax payers (ahem...myself included).
We eat next store at Jack in the Crack. Getting out of the hospital lightens the mood a bit. Shes exhausted from a full days work, I'm tired from driving, and cleaning, and searching, and waiting and waiting. My tacos are cold...I can't have cold tacos and be stressed out...somethings got to give. I give the cashier my two tacos back, and he brings me out 4 fresh ones...not cold, but not hot...I love my food hot...I'm hungry, so I eat.
We head back to the small hospital to wait some more. My phone is dead...my mom is dead tired as she nods off. "Was I snoring?" She wakes up. She wasn't...it's time to go home. My dad was going to be transported to a Kaiser hospital and my mom didn't want to drive to the hospital just to sit around some more. I mean I get it, he is okay, and it would give the caregiver(s) a bit of a break. She goes in to break the news to him. (I keep doing the double/twin wording in this post lol) She comes out..."he's mad, can you go talk to him and say goodbye."
I head to the back to talk to my dad..finally first time to get a real chat alone, and we're leaving. He's in his little bed...the small hospital is packed..there are 2 others in his room, at least there's a curtain separating them. "Hey dad!" He begins telling me the story of how he got lost. He also tells me how my mom brought him a 7UP when he wanted juice or water. (She said he said he wanted a 7UP, and he downed it when she brought it and said it was good. I believe her.) I told him that I needed to go home and take care of Xabi. He says I already did...I told him that was in the morning and now it's 7pm. He says okay go take care of him. "Are you okay?" I asked. He said he was, just a bit cold because of the one sheet he had. We talked a minute or two more about how they were treating him at the hospital. "I love you Amber" "I love you too dad" I grab his hand and head out.
We get home exhausted...I still have to walk Xabi. No Halloween party for me tonight...although my neighbor is still texting me to come over right now for his gathering. Needless to say I'm not going.
My chest still feels as though there are a ton of bricks on it. I somehow manage to get my continuing education requirement complete as this was the last day to finish it before I started typing this.
::exhale::
I feel a bit of a weight lifted as I finish this. There was a bit of time while I was waiting in the hospital where I reminisced about the dad that picked me up from the airport after basketball camp, my number one cheerleader, he was always excited and energetic about life. I think back and think about how I can't even access a lot of our good memories right now, although their are tons. Theres a smile on my face...water builds in my eyes. I can't cry, not now. He's alive...I have to be strong for mom, for me.
My mom is passed out, Xabi's passed out...I'm ready to do the same..
TTFN
I yell dad, I look in the backyard, I look in the bathroom, check my moms room one more time...to no avail. (not again) He is lost!!!!! My parents have been here for about a month now and my dad has now gone missing for the 3rd time. 1st time my mom found him and my dog about .8 miles away, 2nd time the police found him about 3.5 miles away...this time I call my mom, let her know the scoop. She's headed home from work, I hop in my car and begin the search. No MRI today :/ He likes to be around people, so I stick to the main streets, up and down and around I go. I go to the spots he was found, I head to the park and places he's talked about from his walks alone and with my mom. Nothing. I drive by an ambulance and as I pass I do slowly to see if he might be inside, I don't see anyone so I hit a U turn at the next intersection to get a glimpse from another angle of the paramedic...still no one. I head home, call my mom, tell her I haven't found him, ask her to call the police...then I wait.
NUMB
That's the only way I can feel...I don't cry, I don't get mad, I just sit numb in my thoughts. I sit outside to wait for the cops and bring my laptop out with me to try to do a little work. I do get a bit of research done for the project, but as soon as I get in the groove of that, my mom pulls up. The police still haven't made it. "Guess they'll get here when they get here...they're taking their sweet time this time," she says. My mom goes in the house to change from her work clothes and comes back to the front, and just as I head inside, the police pull up. A sweet woman comes to the door, as Xabi tries to greet our guests, the male cop loves him. They ask for my mom, she comes right out. They begin conversing and my phone rings. I don't recognize the number, I answer, "Emily?" she asks. I said "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number." She says "Is your father Matthew?" I said "Yes! Who is this?" (she must have said Amber Reed...can sound like Emily if you say it really fast) Turns out he's in the hospital in Huntington Park. The lady cop takes down the address and phone number and replies that they will head there as well to make sure there's been no trauma. The nurse on the phone asks me his medical issues, and explains he seems to be confused. I still feel numb, in a zombieesque state, I'm not overly excited in the tone of my voice that they found him, or better yet that he remembered my phone number, but inside I definitely feel a deep sense of relief...Thank God! Source! Thank you Jesus! Whoever I should be thanking thank you! My mom gathers his information, medication etc. and we head out. "You're driving." She says. That's fine with me...let's just go make sure he's okay.
Somehow I knew in my heart that he was in a paramedic or ambulance...something pulled me to turn back around to look in that paramedic...I wonder if that was the paramed that did pick him up?! Hmmm
Nevertheless 20 minutes later we get to the hospital. A small quaint place with parking in the back. We see the police car, but no one inside. My mom and I head to the entrance. We wait patiently in the queue...he's in bed #3, "Thank you" I said. We go to the guard to sign in..."Only one at a time" he says. This is crazy! My father, Lord knows what happened to him is sick and was brought in by an ambulance, but I can't even go see him, what if he needs me, what if he dies in the next 10 minutes, I won't even get to talk to him, touch his still warm and lively body...all this flashes through my thoughts in a matter of seconds, before I even attempt to sit down in a chair and the waiting room and as my mom is escorted past the "security" door to the back. I jump on my phone to distract myself. She comes out fairly quickly and asks me to go back and talk to the nurse as I was the last one to see him and talk through this story he is recalling from his ordeal.
I get to the back see him and she immediately escorts me out of the room to chat. (I still can't talk to him to see if he's okay) She pulls me in another room and begins whispering...(why are we whispering?) He says you walked the dog this morning and he took some vitamins and he followed you to walk the dog and you got lost and he was trying to find you. Is this her story or his? I explain that I did walk my dog and he might have taken his vitamins and/or meds, but I don't know. I mean...IS MY DAD OKAY?!?! I walk away from her to find him being hauled off to get a cat-scan as the doctor wants to make sure he hasn't hit his head or anything too serious.
I head back out to the waiting room to meet my mom. She goes back in. Comes back out. We wait...Maury is playing in the waiting room "you are not the father!" Maury exclaims!!! The crowd cheers, the lucky not the father runs through the crowd gathering high fives. I can't believe this show is still on, I think to myself. We wait some more. My mom is hungry...she goes back inside, and now they want to do a chest x-ray. Ultimately my dad is going to be transported to Kaiser to be observed for three days, but this place is doing their due diligence before the transport...or are they?! My mom and I question their need for testing vs their need for money as they will be billing the insurance company...he's on Medi-Cal..thanks tax payers (ahem...myself included).
We eat next store at Jack in the Crack. Getting out of the hospital lightens the mood a bit. Shes exhausted from a full days work, I'm tired from driving, and cleaning, and searching, and waiting and waiting. My tacos are cold...I can't have cold tacos and be stressed out...somethings got to give. I give the cashier my two tacos back, and he brings me out 4 fresh ones...not cold, but not hot...I love my food hot...I'm hungry, so I eat.
We head back to the small hospital to wait some more. My phone is dead...my mom is dead tired as she nods off. "Was I snoring?" She wakes up. She wasn't...it's time to go home. My dad was going to be transported to a Kaiser hospital and my mom didn't want to drive to the hospital just to sit around some more. I mean I get it, he is okay, and it would give the caregiver(s) a bit of a break. She goes in to break the news to him. (I keep doing the double/twin wording in this post lol) She comes out..."he's mad, can you go talk to him and say goodbye."
I head to the back to talk to my dad..finally first time to get a real chat alone, and we're leaving. He's in his little bed...the small hospital is packed..there are 2 others in his room, at least there's a curtain separating them. "Hey dad!" He begins telling me the story of how he got lost. He also tells me how my mom brought him a 7UP when he wanted juice or water. (She said he said he wanted a 7UP, and he downed it when she brought it and said it was good. I believe her.) I told him that I needed to go home and take care of Xabi. He says I already did...I told him that was in the morning and now it's 7pm. He says okay go take care of him. "Are you okay?" I asked. He said he was, just a bit cold because of the one sheet he had. We talked a minute or two more about how they were treating him at the hospital. "I love you Amber" "I love you too dad" I grab his hand and head out.
We get home exhausted...I still have to walk Xabi. No Halloween party for me tonight...although my neighbor is still texting me to come over right now for his gathering. Needless to say I'm not going.
My chest still feels as though there are a ton of bricks on it. I somehow manage to get my continuing education requirement complete as this was the last day to finish it before I started typing this.
::exhale::
I feel a bit of a weight lifted as I finish this. There was a bit of time while I was waiting in the hospital where I reminisced about the dad that picked me up from the airport after basketball camp, my number one cheerleader, he was always excited and energetic about life. I think back and think about how I can't even access a lot of our good memories right now, although their are tons. Theres a smile on my face...water builds in my eyes. I can't cry, not now. He's alive...I have to be strong for mom, for me.
My mom is passed out, Xabi's passed out...I'm ready to do the same..
TTFN
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