Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Hell. Damn. Shit.
I've been whining pretty heavily the last few days. About the WEATHER, of all the fucking things in the world to be pissy about.
It's cold here. There's still a cubic shit-ton of snow on the ground. And I've been complaining about it. Angry, even.
I've been saying to anyone who would listen in the last 24 hours that I've been looking at cheap flights to just get the hell out of here, to anywhere with sunshine.
I even was joking with my neighbor when I saw her at the grocery store this afternoon that I'd do pretty much anything to get to somewhere warm. Anywhere.
As I was putting groceries away, the phone rang.
It was my Dad's wife.
Dad had a heart-attack at work, died twice in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, and is now in surgery.
That's all we know.
And now I'm booking a flight to get to AZ.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Hell. Damn. Shit.
I've been whining pretty heavily the last few days. About the WEATHER, of all the fucking things in the world to be pissy about.
It's cold here. There's still a cubic shit-ton of snow on the ground. And I've been complaining about it. Angry, even.
I've been saying to anyone who would listen in the last 24 hours that I've been looking at cheap flights to just get the hell out of here, to anywhere with sunshine.
I even was joking with my neighbor when I saw her at the grocery store this afternoon that I'd do pretty much anything to get to somewhere warm. Anywhere.
As I was putting groceries away, the phone rang.
It was my Dad's wife.
Dad had a heart-attack at work, died twice in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, and is now in surgery.
That's all we know.
And now I'm booking a flight to get to AZ.
Shit.
1 comment:
Prayers for your dad. Safe travel wishes and prayers for you too. Hugs!
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