Okay. So. I'm stressed out. My step father's in the hospital with encephalitis. He's been in the ICU since Saturday. Now, this is just fantastic because my nephew is in the hospital, too! With the 'same' thing, they believe. He has a headache and they want to make sure by doing a spine tap and whatnot so they're not behind the eight ball, quote on quote from the ICU doctor.
Gods! This is so terrible. Just...I dunno, please pray for both of them; Bernie and Kevin. If you don't pray, keep 'em in your thoughts.
Forget It
Forget it
You must be kidding
He's not gone.
He's not missing.
He's right here, in my heart.
So, forget it.
You must be kidding.
What kind of cruel joke are you telling me?
He's right here, can't you see?
He's right here. In your heart.
How can you not see him?
How can you not hear him?
You tell me to Forget it?
You must be kidding.
This poem makes no sense because it's 11:08 and I'm EXHAUSTED! But, it just makes me feel that if he dies...I won't be able to accept it. I had a love-hate relationship with him; I used to say 'If he dies! I won't miss him' or something, and now I want to cry for those horrid words! I'm just so tired. I want him to wake up and remember us, to come home and work on his garden and play with the dogs and walk with us and talk to us!...