Well . . . I Saw Fireworks

I think it was aorund seven o’ clock or so, but I was sitting down here, and I believe Mike was playing a video game, and the phone rang.  My mom answered it, and just from how she was talking, what she was saying, I could tell she was talking to Uncle Bill, and that something had happened to Nana.  She was being taken back to the hospital.  I could also tell by her tone that it was agreed that she and my dad would go up there.  So, when she got off the phone, she asked if we wanted to come.  I agreed, and I grabbed my keys, cuz frankly, I’m still a paranoid passenger and there was no way I was sitting in the front seat while dad was driving up there.  Not to mention that I knew there was no way I’d be able to drive their car.

So, anyway, after my dad’s selfish, petty bit of, “if I cared about her at all, we’d all go int one car,” and me grabbing my pink smiley flower that I won from Holy Family, we took off, them in theirs, me and Mike in the Smiley-mobile.  We followed them, and I swear, it was no easy feat keeping up with them.  At one point when we were barely out of Matawan, they were doing sixty on this bridge, though they denied that later.

Anyway, we made it up there, and went straight to the hospital.  We went down to Emergency and we found out that Uncle Bill was with her.  So, while my mom and dad were at the desk, finding out what they could, Mike and I just kind of milled around, anda few minutes later, my dad met up with Uncle Bill when he was oming out o the far door.  He came over, and his han was just shaking . . . back and forth, like he was trying to fan himself, but . . . he wasn’t.  It . . . it just wouldn’t stop shaking.  I think that was what scared me most of all.  At least right then.

I heard them say that Nana’s heart rate wasn’t what it should be.  Her heart wasn’t beating enough times.  I think that was when I started crying.  Bcause that really scared me.  I don’t want Nana to die.  I’m not ready to lose her . . . I mean, I know, she’s 93, and if it’s her time, it’s her time, but I don’t want it to be her time . . .

I was able to go in and talk to her.  I think I went third.  I was still crying when I walked in to see her, but they slowed as I spent time with her.  She was already complaining about hating being in the hospital, but I could tell, she did sound like she had fluid in her lungs or something.  Her grip as just as good, as I found out, and Mike vocalized.  (Multiple times.)

I think we left at about eleven-thirty-ish, cuz I remember catching part of Fresh Prince.

I hope she makes it out of this okay . . .

Oh yeah.  Explanation for the title.  I was figuring Mike and I were just gonna stay in tonight, cuz it’s not like there was a BBQ we were going to, or anything, or knew of any places that were doing fireworks.  But on the way up to Staten Island, we saw fireworks above the trees and horizon.  So . . . I saw fireworks.

I just wish I’d seen them under better circumstances . . .

mes until you learn how to deal with it properly is correct.  Especially considering the timing of all this . . .  Well, I hope this time that I’ve learned properly, and will deal with this the right way.  Because I don’t think I can do it much longer.

But I’ll explain that later.  I’m gonna go and see how this side box looks.