My sister called at 1:30 in the morning to tell me that my dad was doing really poorly and not expected to make it. I feel bad for her. I really do. I just wish she would have listened to my mom and not called me at that hour. There is absolutely nothing I can do from here. I guess in the old days I could have stayed awake and prayed all night, but I think the net result would be the same no matter how strong my faith was. An unsaved alcoholic with a body shutting down is not likely to get a miracle.<\/p>\n
That’s basically what’s happening. His whole system is shutting down. No kidney function, no liver function. Heart at 30%. Lungs full of crud. I talked to my mom this morning and they didn’t think he would make it through the day.<\/p>\n
I called a few minutes ago and my my was having lunch. My dad’s friend was there, trying to convert him to Christianity. I can understand that. If you really believe in it, you really believe in it. Of course you don’t want your friends or family to roast in hell for all eternity.<\/p>\n
My dad has some kind of breathing machine on that made it hard for him to talk, but I tried talking anyway. I have no idea what to say. He is scared, as anyone would be, but what can I say? I just don’t know. It was awkward. I tried talking about the kids, because I thought that would interest him the most. <\/p>\n
Mike was at some big space meeting thing where he had to wear a suit and listen to the governor give a speech. I have been unable to plan since I really need to coordinate with him. He can take some time off, but not two weeks. I think we will all go as a family and just stay a shorter amount of time. I want to be there for my mom and my sister, but I just can’t do the travel with the two kids alone. My back is so bad it just isn’t possible.<\/p>\n
My sister was really angry at me for not hopping the first plane out and didn’t want to hear my excuses. Her solution was to have a friend come out with me to help with the kids. Because we all have friends who can drop their lives and be our personal nannies for a couple of weeks? I don’t know about you, but as a *cringe*late*cringe*thirty-something I don’t have friends that can drop everything and fly out on a plane for a couple of weeks. My friends have small children or careers. They aren’t going to be using their vacation time to take care of me and my kids. I guess when all your friends are drug dealers or party animals on welfare, they have more flexibility in their schedule.<\/p>\n
Facebook is going to be helpful, I think. I already had two leads on babysitters in Klamath so I won’t have to depend on my sister’s drug addled people to take care of Erik during the funeral. I have friends with vast connections so the Mormon church. Those Mormon kids are generally pretty good people that you can trust with a 5 year old. If that falls through, I have another more distant friend getting reccs from a teacher at a Christian school. I guess some people take their kids to funerals, but I’m not really comfortable doing that. I suppose Elsa will have to go because she has such stranger anxiety, but Erik will be much better off some place else.<\/p>\n
And I guess I better go now because I smell something rank, which tells me life goes on. Diapers need a’changin’. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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