About funeral (lost), day spent at the hospital and hearse-driver that thought to be at Indianapolis
Funny post to start the new year with, isn't it?
In order.
Somebody of you already knew that my grandma died at the end of the last month (the 30th). (The one who I spent the last 9 months with. Well, the only one who was still alive.)
So, Monday there was the funeral. It was everything "OK" until those two men took the coffin and we were driving to the Church. (1:40 pm, more or less.)
First: I'm sure they thought to be at Maranello, Montecarlo, Indianapolis or any other racetrack you want to think about. I swear. We were at... I don't know, 50 meters behind them? and in something like a minute they were out of sight... I'm not joking and dad is not the kind of guy that drive slow! (Alas, no cop saw that wonder.)
Just this made me really very angry. I'm not sure I can explain it.
It's, you know, a funeral. I don't say they had to go really slow but at least keep to the speed limit (and they didn't. Dad didn't too and we couldn't follow them)!
Second: Other five-ten minutes later, uncle Giovanni (who was few cars behind us) called us saying he and he's wife couldn't come to the cerimony. They had a car-crash. Someone run a stop and hit them. Uncle's car is destroyed. He's knee hurt, and aunt's wrist too.
Dad sped up, we reached the Church, told quickly to the other siblings (uncle Giuseppe and aunt Maria) and relatives what's happened and (me and dad) came back to saw how they were.
Dad's cousin Giovanni and my cousin Massimiliano (uncle Giovanni's son) went with us.
I chose to go before for not let my dad alone (uncle and aunt would be in the emergency ward), then for not let my cousin alone. I know well how 'supportive' adults can be. u_u
We went to che crash-spot, they were still there and the paramedics and cops were working. The other car was from Romania, not a good thing for an already shocked and angry 15 years old boy as my cousin is.
I don't want to speak evil about Romanians, I've talked with a couple of them on Twitter and they're two nice girls but I can't deny that *here* they're not exactly well sight and most for their fault; and I'm gonna ignore the cops, I don't want to remember them (someone is really surprise by the joking about them?).
We arrived at the emergency ward at 2:50pm; I were keeping stay next to my cousin (maybe too much? I'm not sure, I wanted to help him and the only way I could thought about was holding his hand/hugging him u_u') while dad and his cousin were keeping going outside for smoking.
After the funeral uncle Giuseppe, his wife and Paola (another cousin of them... I can't remember if she's cousin Giovanni's sister or if they're cousins too) came to the hospital too, and around 4:30pm we saw uncle Giovanni. He came out in the waiting room and after a few while he pointed at the man who hit them. My cousin wanted to punch him (at the best); Massimiliano followed him outside and inside everytime, and I were behind them everytime (sometimes uncle Giuseppe followed us too). I said to my cousin to hold my hand very tight, it helped me many times.
Uncle could came back home but we still didn't knew anything about my aunt.
It was evening when the meds let my uncle Giovanni went to see his wife. She's worst but pretty lucky anyway. She has the left arm in plaster and the right shoulder... OMG, I can't remember not even the Italian word XD, well, the left shoulder is hurting but not broken. u_u
Around 7:50pm they said she could came back home too and called an ambulance for her.
...
Above-named ambulance arrived around 9:40pm.
It was at least an hour I were in pain because of period (I didn't foresaw that odyssey and I hadn't any pills with me) and because of my back. It hurt because I were up and walking around since 8am... It still hurts actually =.= (yeah, I'm 80 years old XD).
So, at the end, while it was raining cats and dogs (I loved that idioms, in some way xD) we can came back at granma's home for fed the dogs and then, finally, came back home (11pm).
Random facts:
We barely ate a sandwich during all the day.
In the morning, uncle Giovanni's wife had the great idea to said to me about the endless ways to find a job. Like it was the right time for such speechs. I hated her, and I weren't sad at all she was the one with the worst damages.
I wanted to say "compliments for the drive!" to the hearse-driver and shake his hand. Dad stopped me. I still think I should go to a lawyer and ask him for the (existential?) damages but I'm not the one who have the money...
I'm still hurt and mad. Mostly because I couldn't were at the funeral. :(
In order.
Somebody of you already knew that my grandma died at the end of the last month (the 30th). (The one who I spent the last 9 months with. Well, the only one who was still alive.)
So, Monday there was the funeral. It was everything "OK" until those two men took the coffin and we were driving to the Church. (1:40 pm, more or less.)
First: I'm sure they thought to be at Maranello, Montecarlo, Indianapolis or any other racetrack you want to think about. I swear. We were at... I don't know, 50 meters behind them? and in something like a minute they were out of sight... I'm not joking and dad is not the kind of guy that drive slow! (Alas, no cop saw that wonder.)
Just this made me really very angry. I'm not sure I can explain it.
It's, you know, a funeral. I don't say they had to go really slow but at least keep to the speed limit (and they didn't. Dad didn't too and we couldn't follow them)!
Second: Other five-ten minutes later, uncle Giovanni (who was few cars behind us) called us saying he and he's wife couldn't come to the cerimony. They had a car-crash. Someone run a stop and hit them. Uncle's car is destroyed. He's knee hurt, and aunt's wrist too.
Dad sped up, we reached the Church, told quickly to the other siblings (uncle Giuseppe and aunt Maria) and relatives what's happened and (me and dad) came back to saw how they were.
Dad's cousin Giovanni and my cousin Massimiliano (uncle Giovanni's son) went with us.
I chose to go before for not let my dad alone (uncle and aunt would be in the emergency ward), then for not let my cousin alone. I know well how 'supportive' adults can be. u_u
We went to che crash-spot, they were still there and the paramedics and cops were working. The other car was from Romania, not a good thing for an already shocked and angry 15 years old boy as my cousin is.
I don't want to speak evil about Romanians, I've talked with a couple of them on Twitter and they're two nice girls but I can't deny that *here* they're not exactly well sight and most for their fault; and I'm gonna ignore the cops, I don't want to remember them (someone is really surprise by the joking about them?).
We arrived at the emergency ward at 2:50pm; I were keeping stay next to my cousin (maybe too much? I'm not sure, I wanted to help him and the only way I could thought about was holding his hand/hugging him u_u') while dad and his cousin were keeping going outside for smoking.
After the funeral uncle Giuseppe, his wife and Paola (another cousin of them... I can't remember if she's cousin Giovanni's sister or if they're cousins too) came to the hospital too, and around 4:30pm we saw uncle Giovanni. He came out in the waiting room and after a few while he pointed at the man who hit them. My cousin wanted to punch him (at the best); Massimiliano followed him outside and inside everytime, and I were behind them everytime (sometimes uncle Giuseppe followed us too). I said to my cousin to hold my hand very tight, it helped me many times.
Uncle could came back home but we still didn't knew anything about my aunt.
It was evening when the meds let my uncle Giovanni went to see his wife. She's worst but pretty lucky anyway. She has the left arm in plaster and the right shoulder... OMG, I can't remember not even the Italian word XD, well, the left shoulder is hurting but not broken. u_u
Around 7:50pm they said she could came back home too and called an ambulance for her.
...
Above-named ambulance arrived around 9:40pm.
It was at least an hour I were in pain because of period (I didn't foresaw that odyssey and I hadn't any pills with me) and because of my back. It hurt because I were up and walking around since 8am... It still hurts actually =.= (yeah, I'm 80 years old XD).
So, at the end, while it was raining cats and dogs (I loved that idioms, in some way xD) we can came back at granma's home for fed the dogs and then, finally, came back home (11pm).
Random facts:
We barely ate a sandwich during all the day.
In the morning, uncle Giovanni's wife had the great idea to said to me about the endless ways to find a job. Like it was the right time for such speechs. I hated her, and I weren't sad at all she was the one with the worst damages.
I wanted to say "compliments for the drive!" to the hearse-driver and shake his hand. Dad stopped me. I still think I should go to a lawyer and ask him for the (existential?) damages but I'm not the one who have the money...
I'm still hurt and mad. Mostly because I couldn't were at the funeral. :(