I Need Tea

My uncle died in the hospital last night. He had gotten to a point where he didn't recognise anyone, he was incontinent, his legs failed him, he was delusional, he was conducting imaginary business deals with invisible people on invisible phones all day long and all night and not sleeping. He was unable to pass either bowel or bladder movements; they catheterised him in hospital and removed a quart of urine. He was in a lot of pain too. So I'm glad he finally found release. My mom's standing strong. She knew he was on his way out. Mom's on her way home now, her plane gets into Manchester, NH around 4pm today. My dad's on his way to pick her up. No one has told my grandmother yet... I'm not sure she'll be able to handle it. He's her firstborn, and she was pretty shook up just knowing he was so sick.

I have got to get my driver's license. One whole week my mom's been gone, and no one would take me to the grocery store or the bank. The milk has gone sour. We were out of bread, and I finally convinced my brother to pick up a loaf on the way home from work, because it was going to be part of the sandwiches in his lunch the next day. I have been asking and asking for a ride to town, and I have gotten nowhere. I did get out of the house, but I was helping Patsy with her wedding stuff. I really need to get my license. I just am afraid of Jacob getting even more anal and complaining about me getting to drive for my license when he had a hard time getting people to help him. I know him. He is always seeing unfairness and bias against him in life, from everyone and everywhere, and he makes everyone suffer because of his imagined slights.

I'm going to go have some more tea and try to muster the motivation to clean up the house before my Mom gets home. Tea soothes the soul.