My brother’s father’s father passed away a few days and nobody has heard from him in so long. Like my little brother and myself haven’t heard or seen him since Thanksgiving of last year then his father is in the hospital again for like the fifth or six time this year and now he’s in the hospital again for like the seventh time and this time he isn’t coming back home to be with his wife and kids and grand kids.
So the oldest daughter calls a family meeting asking what should she do. Should she leave him in the hospital while they came him feel comfortable until his last breath OR take him home and let him die in his sleep, suffering more pain without the medicine and pain killers. Obviously everyone agreed with the first one, but she didn’t feel like it was the right thing to do. Keep him away from his wife, who is by the way also sick.
After visiting hours were over my brother’s father tagged along in going to dinner with us, which I paid for. And ever since then he’s been coming around a few hours before work to sleep on our couch, watch our TV and eat up my turkey meat. Once his father passed away, he’s been calling us his family, calling me his daughter and trying to act like a big ol happy family and i’m not buying it. He’s going to leave soon and never come back, i don’t care what my mom says. I’m sick of people walking into my life and leaving because they feel like they can and it isn’t fair to me or my little brother and it just sucks.
See Ya Later
Emmie <3
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