funerals, surgery, visits
i have been hopelessly addicted to the arcade fire's album funeral lately. partially because it's beautiful and amazing (and all the indie rocker dorks are doing it), but also partly because it deals with loss and death and mourning and struggle. yall are probably sick of reading about it, but i'm still not remotely comprehending my grandmother's death. especially coupled with my great uncle gasper's death and my great aunt jenny's death and chinyere's father's death and my uncle's sudden surgery (he's fine, it was just surprising, along with that sinking "not something else" feeling) and my aunt's coming surgery for my family's curse of the brain aneurysm. all within what, 2 or 3 months? it's just hard to be away, when my family and the people i love are kicked when they're down, and then again and again.
my aunt needing surgery is scary, because she's the first female to get a brain aneurysm. so far it's just been my grandfather, great uncle, father, two uncles and maybe a cousin. i'm going to start getting MRIs this summer.
my dad told me more about his surgery a few weeks ago, when i was lying in todd's bed waiting for him to get out of class. i was only 5 at the time so i didn't understand what was happening, just that everyone was really sad and worried. i remember him coming home with a shaved head covered in stitches and i was afraid of him. my poor grandmother has to see another child need this horrible surgery. 4 out of 6 kids so far, that's not fun. i hope if i develop one, they'll have invented a better, less invasive way to deal with it.
my family is coming tomorrow. i can't wait. the time for me to spend with them is getting shorter. i might come up the weekend of the 16th because my family is having a couple of funerals then. they're visiting me in oregon. i don't like this growing up, if people keep getting sick and leaving me.
my aunt needing surgery is scary, because she's the first female to get a brain aneurysm. so far it's just been my grandfather, great uncle, father, two uncles and maybe a cousin. i'm going to start getting MRIs this summer.
my dad told me more about his surgery a few weeks ago, when i was lying in todd's bed waiting for him to get out of class. i was only 5 at the time so i didn't understand what was happening, just that everyone was really sad and worried. i remember him coming home with a shaved head covered in stitches and i was afraid of him. my poor grandmother has to see another child need this horrible surgery. 4 out of 6 kids so far, that's not fun. i hope if i develop one, they'll have invented a better, less invasive way to deal with it.
my family is coming tomorrow. i can't wait. the time for me to spend with them is getting shorter. i might come up the weekend of the 16th because my family is having a couple of funerals then. they're visiting me in oregon. i don't like this growing up, if people keep getting sick and leaving me.