First off, is everyone else’s wordpress dashboard and all things related different? I don’t know if I like the new format…
Anyway,
Earlier this week, on Monday I believe, my girlfriend, Michele, told me that her Mom was admitted to the hospital for an asthma attack. Last night, around 11pm, she sends me a text message informing me that her Mom and Dad are both in the hospital for MRSA, a form of staph infection that can be fatal! Her Dad is going through his second battle of throat cancer, and has decided not to fight ‘it’ anymore (he currently can not eat because he doesn’t have an esphogus left and is fed via a feeding tube). Oh, and last week Michele was fired from her job, which was within a matter of minutes after giving them her 2-weeks notice (she has a state job lined up and starts training next week). I have received an update (via text message about 15 minutes ago) that her parents are doing better, but her Mom is still really bad.
This morning, at 3:37am, Daniel called me. I didn’t answer the phone. He left me a voicemail. I listened to it this morning, a little after 8am, and he was crying. He was telling me he doesn’t understand why he’s so upset about this, but he is. Dominic, the ex-boyfriend of Corey, died this morning or late yesterday. He was 24 years old. They think it was a drug overdose but no one knows for sure. I hung out a lot with Dominic, as well as Corey and Daniel before they moved to Florida. My life, back in late 2005 and early 2006 was this: Work, Daniels, Greg - if I wasn’t at work, I was with Daniel, if I wasn’t with Daniel, I was with Greg. Am I upset about Dominic’s death? Yes and no. I’m sad that he has died and that Corey and Daniel are going to have a lot of healing to do, especially Corey, but I am not that upset. I want to be there for Daniel, just like he was there for me in December 2005 when my aunt was dying from cancer and I got the phone call from my Mom telling me this was going to be her last night. I called Daniel and he came over, in the snow, with ice cream and stayed until 2am. Greg was also supportive that night and was chatting with me until 1:30am.
Two of my closest friends are going through rough times right now and I’m not able to, physically, be with them and it upsets me. I want to hold Daniel, let him cry on my shoulders, and comfort him. I want to be with Michele, as she sits in the hospital watching over her parents, and support her and comfort her as well, and all I can do is send them text messages or leave voicemails to let them know that I am thinking about them and love them. But, to me, it’s not enough.
