I kinda liked a thread I saw that someone wrote like a journal, but I kinda wanted to one a bit personalized. I been wanting to get my feelings out, but even on a personal journal on my iPad, I still feel frustrated. I do plan to make this into a book one day... but because I don't know when this ends, I really don't think I will be able to do it. But if I do, remember that this is my story, no copying please.
Dec 31, 2012
'6 pm... I guess I'll be late for the fireworks at Juan's, I won't hear the end of it...'
This thought kept plaguing me as I sat at the hospital, waiting with my family. Just earlier we were planning what we were doing this New Years eve. We were going to go visit my aunt for a while at her house near Downtown Houston for a party and then we were going home to see the fireworks with my brother's family. I was going to hang out with friends... blow some fireworks, drink some drinks.
But the plans changed around later that afternoon, my brother called us and left the kids at our house because my sister-in-law got sicker. She's been getting sicker and sicker each day since that christmas party we went for my dad's company. She wasn't covered up as much as my mother and I was, but she didn't care. We went in and just had a good time, but then a few days later, she got really sick.
We thought it was just the flu, and the emergency doctors said as well, but they didn't help her. They kept saying they can't, but we didn't know why. She got sicker and sicker then... today came. My mom accompanied them to the emergency room, thinking this was going to be something quick, but it became apparent it wasn't going to be something quick. My dad got a call later that day and we were on our way to the hospital.
We saw some family members from my sister-in-law's side there, worried. I smiled and told them it was going to be fine. Most of the time, I was in charge of the children. Saniya, the 4 year old, was sitting next to me, playing with her stuffed teddy and smiling at me. My sister-in-law's 11 year old son was sitting, quietly worrying and the 2 year old Mikey, was just running around.
We must've been there for a few hours, when the children became very restless. My dad said to go out to McDonalds for a while for the kids to play. We ate and the children played happily. We were on our way back to the hospital when my dad got a call. The expression of his face went from happy to sadness. I feared the worse.
7:35 pm: My sister-in-law was pronounced dead. Cause: Pneumonia
We went to the hospital and other family came to mourn. Her son was crying quietly on the couch and the younger ones were asking me what was going on and why was everyone crying. I didn't know what to say to them, so I swallowed my sadness and smiled at them, telling them everything is okay, don't worry. But that moment of silence was brought to a close, it went from mourning to a fight in a second, when my sister-in-law's mother came, drunk as hell. Started to yell and blame us for her daughter's death, my brother went crazy on her... it was a scary moment. I always knew that things get personal when someone dies... my grandmother's death was a battlefield between my dad and his siblings and it's still a miracle that we still can go to my aunt's house for Christmas and New Years all the time. All I could do was get the children and occupied them to something else from the scene unfolding in front me. The mother slapped my brother and started to attack, but both were held back thanks to my dad and some of her family. My mom tried to soothe my brother and told him it was not worth the fight. The mother was escorted by security, with her drunkenly screaming cuss words at us as she was dragged away and everything started to calm down once again.
A little later, the son of my sister-in-law was taken home by his father and we all went home. The ride home was quiet, no one talking and just hearing the sobs of my brother as we rode on. My brother slept with the young'uns in the living room that night, but all night I heard whimpering from all three... crying for their wife and mother.
That night when I laid on my bed, I realized something... today, my life changed forever.
Dec 31, 2012
'6 pm... I guess I'll be late for the fireworks at Juan's, I won't hear the end of it...'
This thought kept plaguing me as I sat at the hospital, waiting with my family. Just earlier we were planning what we were doing this New Years eve. We were going to go visit my aunt for a while at her house near Downtown Houston for a party and then we were going home to see the fireworks with my brother's family. I was going to hang out with friends... blow some fireworks, drink some drinks.
But the plans changed around later that afternoon, my brother called us and left the kids at our house because my sister-in-law got sicker. She's been getting sicker and sicker each day since that christmas party we went for my dad's company. She wasn't covered up as much as my mother and I was, but she didn't care. We went in and just had a good time, but then a few days later, she got really sick.
We thought it was just the flu, and the emergency doctors said as well, but they didn't help her. They kept saying they can't, but we didn't know why. She got sicker and sicker then... today came. My mom accompanied them to the emergency room, thinking this was going to be something quick, but it became apparent it wasn't going to be something quick. My dad got a call later that day and we were on our way to the hospital.
We saw some family members from my sister-in-law's side there, worried. I smiled and told them it was going to be fine. Most of the time, I was in charge of the children. Saniya, the 4 year old, was sitting next to me, playing with her stuffed teddy and smiling at me. My sister-in-law's 11 year old son was sitting, quietly worrying and the 2 year old Mikey, was just running around.
We must've been there for a few hours, when the children became very restless. My dad said to go out to McDonalds for a while for the kids to play. We ate and the children played happily. We were on our way back to the hospital when my dad got a call. The expression of his face went from happy to sadness. I feared the worse.
7:35 pm: My sister-in-law was pronounced dead. Cause: Pneumonia
We went to the hospital and other family came to mourn. Her son was crying quietly on the couch and the younger ones were asking me what was going on and why was everyone crying. I didn't know what to say to them, so I swallowed my sadness and smiled at them, telling them everything is okay, don't worry. But that moment of silence was brought to a close, it went from mourning to a fight in a second, when my sister-in-law's mother came, drunk as hell. Started to yell and blame us for her daughter's death, my brother went crazy on her... it was a scary moment. I always knew that things get personal when someone dies... my grandmother's death was a battlefield between my dad and his siblings and it's still a miracle that we still can go to my aunt's house for Christmas and New Years all the time. All I could do was get the children and occupied them to something else from the scene unfolding in front me. The mother slapped my brother and started to attack, but both were held back thanks to my dad and some of her family. My mom tried to soothe my brother and told him it was not worth the fight. The mother was escorted by security, with her drunkenly screaming cuss words at us as she was dragged away and everything started to calm down once again.
A little later, the son of my sister-in-law was taken home by his father and we all went home. The ride home was quiet, no one talking and just hearing the sobs of my brother as we rode on. My brother slept with the young'uns in the living room that night, but all night I heard whimpering from all three... crying for their wife and mother.
That night when I laid on my bed, I realized something... today, my life changed forever.
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