Life and Death Situations

Wendy didn't take the news about Jack very well.

She kinda cried till' she almost threw up.

He isn't her Dad but he was the Dad that was there while she was growing up.

We went through this same type of thing about five years ago with her real Dad.

She'd had no contact with him since she was three years old.

No calls, no Christmas or birthday gifts, nothing.

That was ok though because he had "issues" and I had full custody.

When we got married, I was fifteen and he was twenty two and we didn't live in the Appalachia's.

Anywho, to continue with the story.

I was at work and got a call from my family saying that his family had called because Steve had been in a bad motorcycle accident and wasn't expected to live.

For reasons having to do with next of kin we made a six hour trip to the hospital to see a man Wendy didn't even know to do whatever it was that needed to be done.

When we got there and went into his room it was like some sort of Twilight Zone episode.

I was face to mangled up face with the spitting image of my daughter.

Same nose, same mouth, same everything.

Creepy.

Creepy for Wendy too.

The story goes that he didn't die, he made what I assume to be a full recovery.

When he was released from the hospital we met him and his family for dinner (that was uncomfortable) and then he turned scary stalker, following and calling Wendy which really freaked her out.

I called and told him to back the f off and leave her alone.

He told me he had "people" and could have me "taken care of" if I interfered.

I laughed and hung up and that was the end of that.

Ok, so how did I get started on that.......

Oh yeah, Wendy is very upset.

I wish I could help and make this better for her, but all I can do is love her and try to ease the painfull and confusing emotions Jacks illness is causing her.

I found out that a very special person in my life lost a close family member in a car accident this week.

It made me sick to my stomach when I got the news and it still hurts when I think about it.

I hate that feeling.

This has been a crummy week.

Next week is my birthday, I'll be forty.

Ugh.