All three Tanner girls were grown and living on their own. DJ had married Steve and lived in Sacramento and had three children named Pamela, Danielle and Ryan. Stephanie had gone to college down in L.A. and married a guy there named Patrick and had two children named Matthew and Michael. And Michelle had had a falling out with Danny when she was seventeen and moved out to live with her boyfriend Kyle. After high school graduation they moved to New York City and got married. They had twins named Claire and Alison.
Joey had fallen in love with a girl named Nancy and gotten married and had a child named Peter. They still lived in the San Francisco area. Jesse and Becky were still married, Alex and Nikki were grown and gone and so was their daughter Megan. They also still lived in the San Francisco area.
Danny now lived in the house that they all had once lived in, alone. Joey and Jesse still came by every now and then and they were still close which Danny was grateful for. DJ and Stephanie called a couple times a month, but didn't really visit that often, and he didn't really know how Michelle was. Everyone else told him what they knew sometimes, but they knew talking about her hurt Danny and it was hard for him.
Michelle was in her New York apartment when her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller it was her sister DJ. "Hey Deej, what's up?" Michelle could hear what sounded like crying on the other end. "DJ, what is wrong?"
"Michelle, I know that you don't want to talk to dad, or even hear about him. But you need to come home. Dad's in the hospital." DJ said softly.
Michelle felt the color on her face start to drain. She hadn't talked to her father in years and normally he was the last thing she wanted to hear about or talk about. But she didn't wish him ill or anything bad to happen to him. Though she had told him when she left she hated him, the truth was she really didn't. She had recently even thought about going out to see him. He had yet to meet her girls.
"Why? What happened?" Michelle finally got out.
"He was hit by a drunk driver last night. Doctors have said that everyone should be prepared to say goodbye. It's bad Michelle."
Michelle had no memory of her mother, but she knew that she had been killed by a drunk driver when Michelle was a baby. This had to be a nightmare repeated for her sisters.
Michelle made no hesitation when she told DJ she would get there as soon as she could. After hanging up she called Kyle and told her what DJ had relayed to her. Kyle agreed that she and their girls needed to go out to California as soon as possible. He had a couple things to tie up at work but would be out as soon as he was done.
That night Michelle took her four year old daughters and caught a redeye to San Francisco. DJ picked her up from the airport. They cried when they saw each other. "How's dad?" Michelle asked.
"No change. He's in a coma, and on life support. Stephanie arrive a couple hours ago, we'll meet her at the hospital. Do you want to stop at the house first?"
Michelle shook her head. "I want to see dad."
DJ smiled and nodded.