I guess I’ll start off by saying Friday and Saturday were excellent days. My mom, sister, and I left for Chilliwack in the morning and ended up in Vancouver that night. I don’t really remember what happened during the day. [Riiiiiight, we had the wedding rehearsal. That was fun times as well.] Yesterday night, though, was a night I probably won’t ever forget. The cousins (minus the youngest two) rented a karaoke room for an hour and sang our hearts out and then went out for sushi. I’m thankful for that. It was funny funny fun.
This morning my uncle had a heart attack. He was at work early that morning and my aunt was escorted by police to the hospital to see him. Krystle and I went to meet her right away (she wanted Krystle there). When we went to see him, my aunt asked him what happened. I was standing away from them because I wasn’t immediate family or anything. I was holding Sam’s hand. All I heard was, “How many times did they shock you?” When my uncle said he was shocked eight times, they both started crying. My aunt was holding his hand against her cheek and it was so hard not to cry right then. Krystle and I took the kids home to their house in Surrey where the rest of the family was waiting. We waited all day (all the plans for the day were canceled). Every time the phone rang, I could feel everyone hold their breaths. Everyone was babbling in filipino and I didn’t really know what was going on. When we heard he was “stable,” my sister decided that we should go home. We didn’t think there was a reason to be there since we’d only be in the way. Grandpa wanted to go home to Chilliwack with the dog. A few minutes after we’d left, we got a call saying to come back because Uncle R. was in “critical condition.” On the short trip back, my grandpa was so upset. He had the dog wrapped up in a towel in his arms and was sobbing. My mom told me later he was so angry that my aunt was going through all of this and my other aunt, her sister, was still keeping her promise never to see her again.
My uncle’s okay for now (not doing “well,” maybe, but he was able to see his kids this afternoon). He was actually moved to the Critical Care Unit, which was why the hospital called (to say they moved him). When you have so much family spreading the news like broken telephone, things get out of hand. It makes me so angry. “They had to shock him eight times” does not mean “I don’t think he’s alive.” You need to be careful with how you pass on information. Anyway, our worry is nothing compared to my aunt’s worry (I was actually crying the least, I think, and feeling very calm… which is strange for me). I hope he gets better. He had a heart condition and his heart finally gave up on him.
I feel bad for my second youngest set of cousins. They’re parents are divorcing at the moment and I’m realizing now that maybe spending a night with us older cousins might’ve been a much-needed break. I’m sorry I snapped at one of them for being super super annoying.
I’m glad to be home. My grandpa needed to spend some time alone at his house, so we dropped him off on our way back. The three of us stopped for coffee in Hope and Glee music was playing for almost the full three hours from Chilliwack. That show is so happy. My sister was the one that said, “Do you have any Glee songs?” It was a good cheerer upper… and I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. I’d feel bad if I was still over there. I can’t really help. You don’t need that many people running around. The only thing I did was try and distract Sam and Tom with the trains we saw. I was so useless that I had to get step-by-step instructions from an almost-four-year-old on how to strap a two-year-old into a car-seat -_-.
Too bad our surprise party didn’t work out. My aunt had to be talked into canceling it because it was at her house. She had to leave a few more times that day anyway and it wouldn’t have been a good idea. We gave Krys the Magic Bullet my mom got for her and she was excited :-].
True Blood is downloading and I desperately need a shower… Night.
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