April 9th, 2009

Cow of Pain, Polter-Cow of Pain

The Kaiser Chief

Last Thursday morning, I got a call from my mom at, like, 7:30 or something. I had barely woken up. Why the fuck would she be calling me at this hour? Either she was calling me for something profoundly unimportant or profoundly important.

When I heard the tone of her voice, I realized it was the latter.

My grandfather had gone to the hospital the night before. And he couldn't breathe. And they put him on a ventilator. In the ICU.

"What?I" I said.

And then my grandmother couldn't breathe either so she was admitted.

"What?!" I said.

My mom was going to try to fly out as soon as she could. My aunt in Lubbock was flying in Friday night, and I was going to be responsible for picking her up. I should call my aunt and uncle in Belmont to see if they needed anything. And I should go down and see my grandfather in the hospital after work.

As soon as I hung up, I burst into tears.

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