I can't get ahold of anyone. I left a frantic message on my Uncle and Aunt's answering machine. Fuck you, guys, why couldn't you have called? [sigh] I guess that side of the family handles death like Klingons. Hell, my dad didn't find out his father had died until several weeks had passed, and ONLY because of this weird coincidence that we were traveling through Phoenix anyway on a layover to California, why not stop by and see his folks? So my mother guilted him into calling them, and promised it would only be a few hours, and they hadn't seen me since I was 1. So my dad called, and said we'd stop by for a few hours, and before they ended the call, his mother said, "Oh, and by the way, you won't see your father, he died a few weeks ago." I guess I should be glad I at least got the e-mail.
Yeah, I knew she was sick. But the last note was she was holding in there. I didn't get my e-mail until later today, because I was sick in bed. The first letter said she was in a coma as of Sunday, wouldn't last a week. The letter I just got ten minutes ago said she died a little after noon today.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck...
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