Simona
“I’m talking to HR about taking the next few days off. I want to be here, instead of at work wondering if he’s, you know, still with us.” Uncle Ricardo said. I nodded my head, took a sip of coffee. It had to have been my sixth or seventh cup, and I still couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“I’ll be here all day, she won’t be alone. If anything happens, I’ll call.” My uncle hugged me, grabbed his lunch off the kitchen counter, and left.
How did I really feel about my uncle? There was no doubt he loved Mom and Dad, but my old wounds hadn’t healed. I couldn’t help resenting him, the man who drove me away all those years ago. My parents were part of that too. I had to put old grievances to rest, otherwise we’d never know peace.
Two sets of nurses stopped by this morning. I knew Dad was gett
