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I hate it when your children call and the first thing you hear is the obvious sound of crying. You get that 'gut -wrenching-chest pounding-oh-shit' sensation in about 2 seconds flat .
A very good friend of my daughter will lose her mother today. They, she and her husband, have known this family since before high school, I think. This mom, my age, maybe even a few years younger is being kept alive by life support, but will be "disconnected" today. What an apropo term, disconnected.
She was having headaches so went in for a check up about 2 weeks ago. They found an aneurysm but were not imminently concerned and scheduled her surgery for yesterday. They went in, knicked the offending bulge by accident and she hemorrhaged. They were looking for signs of brain activity but there was so much swelling, they wanted to give it an overnight.
Good Lord.
Erin sobbed that she didn't know what to so. I asked where the children were and I think she set to gathering them all up. They are a big family so there will be much coordinating to do. She just called a bit ago and was in the process of picking up their friends girls and some other kidlets of family members. They will all be at the hospital for their goodbyes, then the subsequent planning begins.
These first crisis hours are so tough and surreal. Everything is done on auto-pilot.
So different, these spontaneous events. I think it must be so much harder on the family just because of the shock factor. When you live with a potential timebomb, seems like you get sort of nonchalant about it after a while. The good days you relish and live as if the day has no limitations. The bad days, you just endure and try not to think about the wasted time.
Life sucks sometimes.