So I keep having a reoccurring theme in my dreams of my sister dying. Other than the literal interpretation of loosing my sister, I’m not sure what this could possibly mean, and I find it to be rather unsettling….
So apparently his friends claim my aunt said they can take care of my cousin, the same friends whose irresponsible actions almost killed them. My mom has enough stress to be arguing back and forth so she’s essentially given up on the situation. I don’t even know what to do anymore
So allegedly my cousin with the aneurysm was clear to leave the hospital Thursday, BUT was supposed to go to a nursing home. Instead of transporting him via ambulance they allow his friends to bring him, only they don’t. He was so bent on attending the services of our other cousin that he was refusing to go to the nursing home. Since he didn’t go there, he wasn’t able to get the steroids necessary to keep the swelling down, so by the time he was at the wake on Friday, he was deteriorating throughout the day, to the point where we feared he’d collapse dead right then and there or not wake up in the morning. Thinking that our Aunt had Power of Attorney, they were trying to get her to call an ambulance. Turns out she doesn’t have POA, just simply is next of kin, and our cousin was fighting tooth and nail against being taken away. FINALLY someone said enough is enough and called 911. By the time he got to the nursing home he was so bad they sent him back to hospital. Now my mom has been given control of the situation, anything in regards to my cousin has to be run by her or FAMILY only. Should his friends inquire about the status of his condition, they may contact someone from the FAMILY. I just hope not too much damage was done. I really don’t think this family can handle another death at the moment…..
I’ve seen your obituary with your picture, the RIP posts from your children. yet I am still in disbelief. this cannot possible be real. it must be some sick early Halloween prank…. and yet it must be true. and now our cousin is in the hospital with a brain aneurysm the size of a fist, and they cannot operate…… as your stereotypical white girl would say…. I can’t even….
So here we are a mere 4 months since my last funeral and I am preparing for yet another. We lost my stepdad’s seemingly healthy and active cousin to a massive heart attack. Another beloved citizen of our town gone. First my grandfather, the police officer, and now Johnny, a very much loved school teacher. I’m still trying to make sense of it all. It does not seem possible that this is even real. Death happens way too much in my family, if you remember from my C’est la vie post…. https://dizzylizzie613.wordpress.com/2015/07/27/cest-la-vie/