I have set my challenge for this post to present and emotional story, but I am having a problem with it.
Not because I don't know how to share my emotions,
but because there are many different definitions of emotional.
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Merriam-Webster gives four separate definitions.
1. of or relating to emotion :: an emotional disorder
2. dominated by or prone to emotion :: an emotional person
3. appealing to or arousing emotion :: an emotional sermon
4. markedly aroused or agitated in feeling or sensibilities :: gets emotional at weddings
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Number one makes me think of having a low E.Q. (I do not have this issue.)
Number two puts me in the mind set of someone who cries every time something happens. (Definitely not me.)
Number three is usually someone who brings good feelings and emotions out in others. (Never been blamed for that one.)
and, Number four...kind of falls into number three only in exception of where it says 'agitated in feeling'. I read that as getting pissed off.
Now that is something I can relate to.
So my challenge of writing an emotional post would be one easiest to arouse anger or laughter, but because i set out for a challenge I am going to attempt to write a post which will elicit another emotion. Hopefully, without triggering you guys or me.
Fifteen years ago (respectfully), my mother/friend and my oldest sister/second mama/best friend crossed the veil.
My sister was sick with flu-like symptoms for about 2 months. She was finally hospitalized on Christmas Eve with what the doctors believed to be pneumonia, but she was moved the day after Christmas to a hospital in the city because her symptoms had worsened and she wasn't responding to antibiotics. The doctors put her in a medicinal coma in the hopes she would begin healing, but this was not the case. On January 2, 2002, she gave in and stopped fighting. Turns out she had some weird aviary infection that should never have been in the US. She was cremated and waits for her interment still to this day. (This wait is my fault.)
2002 had started in a remarkably shitty way. I was depressed and angry. I felt bad because I didn't dig in more to make her come live with me. I was pissed at her for touching every damn bird that came into a 5 mile radius of her. I was disappointed because she stopped fighting. I was heartbroken because I lost my best friend and would never speak to her again.
(I love you, sissa! To the moon and beyond!)
The months ticked on and life ticked on. Then the holiday season started. Thanksgiving came and went. Christmas came and went.
Then my mother was hospitalized for emergency surgery to have her right leg from the knee down amputated to stop the spread of a gangrenous infection that had started in her foot between her toes. December 26th my mother was hospitalized (in the same hospital my sister had been in 11 months earlier).
She went into surgery the next afternoon and came out with little to no issues. She was awake after surgery in the recovery room, but by the time she was moved to her room she was asleep. Somewhere during her sleep she had slipped into a coma.
December 31, 2002, my mother passed away from renal failure.
Safe to say,
2002 Sucked Ass!!
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