Gabriel's Journal: Entry 1

There are countless - and counting - studies and beliefs on parenting. I am not a parent, but on days like this when I have the effects of parenting, the semantics staring me right in the face, I always basically come back to the same thing. Do what you know in the least damaging way possible, and do it well.

So, today's my birthday. I got this from Jimmy, so I thought I'd go ahead and start it. He's still in the hospital after... you know, what happened. So I'm here with my sister waiting to talk to him. Apparently the meds knock him out pretty well, lucky little shit. Probably doesn't feel a thing.

Our parents are... interesting people. Mom's great. No, we love Mom. But Dad's out of the country. Has been for a few years now. But see, Mom and Jim had a little accident with a semi-truck on their way to school one morning and she didn't make it out of that so well. Weirdly enough, she's here, too. But there's no point in visiting (Don't tell my brothers I said that): she's in a coma. It's bad. Really bad. Like, she's-not-ever-going-to-wake-up-bad. Bad in the sense that the machines are all that's keeping her alive anymore. This was little over a year ago, so most of us are pretty dry and drained over the issue. Except Jim. He was behind the wheel.

Anyway, I'm done talking about that stuff. I'm gonna go talk to him now. See how's he's doing. And then, hopefully we'll take him home tonight or tomorrow.