Sunday, January 22, 2023

Helpless Under Shadows Cast From Long Away


My dad's supposed to die tonight.  My mother called me in a panic, trying to get a hold of my sister, who wouldn't answer her phone.

Heart attack.  In such situations, my mother's English goes out the fucking window, so my dad had to talk to 911 himself.  When I called my mother back, I thought I could hear him arguing with the paramedics.

Seems about right.

Funny thing, though... before my mother called, I had about 20 minutes of serious chest pains.  I thought maybe I'd contracted covid from my adventures in Hollywood two weeks ago, but I guess not.  Coincidence?  Probably.  But it's one of those things I'll think about for a while.

Anyway, Dad didn't just have a heart attack.  He had a stroke, too.  He has dissected veins and needs a graft.

Not that it matters.  According to what I could garner from my sister and her husband, two surgeons said Dad wouldn't survive the surgery.  So they're just gonna keep him comfortable.

Everyone's a wreck, so I can't really get any information from anyone.  And, of course, I'm the one who has to share the bad news with the extended family.

And, of course, I'm too far away to make it in time to give Dad a hug and say goodbye.  I don't even know if they'll let me talk to him.

C'est la vie.

C'est la mort.

Time for whiskey.

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