April 2012
“I’m in laundromat hell. I’m not sure what sin I’ve committed...”
– Me, in a letter to my parents from my year abroad in France.
March 2012
Roller. Coaster.
Today started by getting a call from my dad saying that instead of coming home today he had gotten a call from the hospital saying they were moving my mom to a different floor because they couldn’t get her to wake up. They called it extreme sleep apnea. Then my dad got to the hospital to discover that she was in the ICU, the same place she was in a few years ago when she had a severe...
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“So, I was going to go into the gas station to get a spoon because I...”
– Sylvia, filling me in on life while I was away.
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THANKS, EVERYBODY!
I love you all.
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I’d like all of you to tell me one thing that has been going on with you over the last 12 days, because I haven’t really been able to keep up with tumblr.
Brotherly Love →
My brother Rob wrote this about my brother Chris. I am not sure I have experienced as much pain in my life as I did while I watched my brother anoint my brother with oil.
Hanging out with my mom at the ER
Like you do. Or, like I do, apparently.
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It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon.
The thing is, if my brother had died of a heart attack, or cancer, or had been hit by a bus, I think I could have easily said, “this terrible thing has befallen my family,” but the fact is, he killed himself. And he leaves behind 4 broken hearted boys, a wife, parents who don’t know how to go on, and siblings and step siblings who are torn between grieving and holding everyone...
I’m not exaggerating when I say today has been the worst day of my life in as long as I can remember.
I can’t even post about it because it doesn’t feel right to talk about it.
I’m sure at some point I’ll be ready to share, but right now all I can say is hug ‘em while you got ‘em.
“All your uteri are belong to us.”
– Republicans, apparently
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I leave in the morning. I wish I could say my mom seems better. As it stands I’m not sure she won’t be back in the hospital right after I leave.
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I spent this evening with my 4 nephews
The oldest two spent the whole time showing me funny videos and pictures from the internet.
It was adorable.
“After work my buddies and I would go out and steal cars…”
– Another uncle. This wasn’t even the story, just the background to the story, which was actually about stealing bread and milk from the restaurant stoops.
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I’m considering changing my twitter bio to “because you can’t sit on the porch and burn rags every night.”
As usual I am completely unable to explain why I find this devastatingly hysterical.
I HAVE BEEN AT THE HOSPITAL ALL DAY AND THE DOCTOR STILL HASN’T SEEN MY MOM AND WE HAVE NO IDEA IF HE IS GOING TO LET HER GO HOME TODAY AND I’M GETTING READY TO TEAR MY HAIR OUT!
“Well, it was Friday night, what else was I going to do? You can’t sit on...”
– My Uncle reminiscing about starting fights as a youth
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