Mar 21, 2006 21:04
I checked my phone around 2:45 today as I walked to class. 3 voicemails. First one was just silence/static. Delete. Second one is daddy going, "Hey Em, it's your mom nad dad, it's about 5:30, call us back". Normal. Third one is daddy again, saing, "Emily it's 8 o'clock, we're waiting for your call". This is last night. So I call.
And am greeted with, "Well...I hate to say it..."
and long story short, last night they had to put Lola to sleep because they found out she was wheezing like that because of a (cancerous?) tumor in her head, not something weird in her lungs. A year and 5 days after I lost Ace. 17 years of my 20-year-old-life, gone.
Oh, and then I had to sit in a 3 hour class, which I sucked at. And then a group meeting where nothng got done. And I keep breaking down crying. And my head is killing me. And I'm so glad I went home last week to see her, but I miss her so much and I hate that I can no longer just go home if something bad happens. It's not 45 minutes away anymore. I want to be with my family so badly right now.
I want to be with my family so badly right now.