This week has been a crazy week. It all started by me getting a message on facebook from my sister who lives in Texas "hey if can check on dad karen found him unresponsive this morning when she got home" This was better than my worse nightmare. I have always been afraid that something would happen to my dad and I would find out too late. I am just not that close to my Dad's side of the family and I don't have their numbers' and they don't have mine. It is a sad fact, but just they way it is.
I went through a number for emotions on the way there. I hate the way things are between me, my dad, and my other siblings. I am not sure how to rectify it either. I go months and years with out talking to them. I truly love all of them. We are all grown and set in our ways.
I am the youngest. My brother is the oldest and he is 16 years older than me, then comes my oldest sister and the my younger sister is seven or six years (I think) older than me. The older three have the same mom. We didn't grow up in the same house or even with the same family.
I don't even talk to my dad that much. I still struggle with all of this. He loves me. He just doesn't show it very well. He is set in is ways.
I am just thankful that my Dad is okay. He ended up having blood poisoning and they gave him some antibiotics and should be able to go home either tomorrow or Monday depending on when the roads clear up.
What a hard time. Maybe it's time to sit down with your dad and at least get the phone numbers to have in case of an emergency.
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