Thread:Chartfanlover/@comment-2081368-20190121164431/@comment-2081368-20190121194705

Here is what happened yesterday. I was at rehab for 4+ hours.

In my mother's room were me, my father, Angelica, my aunt Melinda, my aunt Danielle, my uncle Vince (who ran in a NJ house election in 2008 and lost greatly), and a man named Dan (who I assume is Danielle's spouse?).

My mother held on to my hand for 30 minutes, then again for 3 more minutes, and Angelica's for 2 minutes. I was like, "is she dying in my arms?"

Born in 1970, she was acting like she was born in 1900. And I've seen three '50s YouTube ball drops to welcome 1950, 1955, and 1958.

Her mouth was open all duration. Her eyes, nearly shut. I checked her eye lids a lot, and then it became. (As of now I guess they're never to be open again.)

Angelica, she was crying a lot, I would try to wash the tears, or bits, or whatever, off my own face like how many times since the start of yesterday? 7?

When she was hearing "Trump is better than Hillary", she did thumbs up, then she did thumbs up towards my face, but that's besides the point.

It was intense to understand what she was saying.

The family would pray twice. First off, Vince and Danielle were holding my mother's arms, I was holding Danielle's arm, Dan was holding Danielle's back.

I was seeing my mother's father cry his eyes out, at first I thought it was a stranger and wasn't even surprised, until Melinda was also there. Danielle said, "nobody should have to watch their own child die.

Angelica, Melinda, and my grandfather were just crying their eyes out.

I kisses my mother on the cheeks a total of five times, then attempted to hug her twice, she said bye, and I hugged five additional family members.

But then my father just got on my nerves EXTREMELY, he thinks I'm supposed to be unconditional. He doesn't just simply tell me to say a prayer in a rough, upsetting, barbarous, foolish, and selfish manner, holiness and hostility are far from a good combination. (Well I'm saying he did, but it's just not right at all.)

And by the way, yesterday Laura's dog Rocky also passed away, I never liked him AT ALL. I thought he was absolutely a monster. My friends would say in a "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day" situation, Rocky would eat my most prized possession. My father however, gets on my last nerve, constantly.

No one is gonna simply get on my last nerve and motherfucking expect me to do fucking well unconditionally, this is just not simply how this works. I'm being serious.