kittykats1's blog post - Why....?

I don't really know how to describe my day, my thoughts are so muddled and unclear so this is the best I can do:

I got a call from my mom shortly after I blogged earlier today. My uncle (her elder sister's husband) is in the ICU and will be lucky to survive the next 24-48 hours. If he does he will be in a persistent vegetative state.

The phonecalls back and forth managed to glean this: he was on the phone with his step-daughter in GA, one minute talking, the next the phone went dead. My aunt found him on the kitchen floor in a pool of blood. He was helicoptered to the hospital and surgery was performed. They can't stop the bleeding in his brain. My aunt is catatonic. Her youngest daughter can't handle it all so she begged my parents to come. My cousin is stuck in GA till tomorrow, the soonest flight she could get out here. There is still a puddle of blood on the kitchen floor and my folks will be going to my aunt's to clean it up tonight or tomorrow so my aunt won't have to see it. We fear my aunt is edging towards a breakdown as this will mean the second husband she has lost.

I have been in a fog all day. We didn't go to my in-laws for dinner. I couldn't do it. My husband's folks came and picked up our son and my hubby stayed with me so I wouldn't be alone. I just couldn't deal with anything anymore and crawled into bed and fell asleep. I was woken up by my GF K. She and T had made us plates and came to make sure we had Thanksgiving dinner. She made me get out of bed and eat. They wanted to make sure we were doing ok. You can't ask for better friends.

So as it stands we will not be having our normal Thanksgiving with my family. We do it the day after turkey day so we don't have to go to 2 houses in 1 day. We will be heading to my mom's to pick up the turkey and stuff and I will be preparing it tomorrow. My heart isn't in it, but I need the routine of cooking; something to occupy my head so I don't start crying again. I don't know when my mom is coming home, she will stay as long as it takes so I will hold down the fort for her in the meantime. My dad is supposed to fly out to FL for business on Monday but is trying to push it out to a later date. It is all so up in the air.

I don't know what to think. I can't really think to be honest. It seems so fucking surreal. My head feels like it's filled with tapioca and I pick things up and then wonder why I have them in my hand. Nothing makes sense and I have such a headache. I don't think I will ever look at Thanksgiving the same again...