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Originally Posted by Randallflagg
Believe me, I know how you feel. I was working in the Embassy in Moscow when I was contacted to come home immediately - My Father was dying. I jumped on the next flight out and was landing in Boston when I was called into Security - they had a phone call for me. It was my Brother who told me to hurry, Dad didn't have long to live.
I got home at about 2AM - got picked up at the Airport and my Brother tells me that Dad looked as though he would be OK - but my Mother had been in a automobile accident on the way to the hospital (T-Boned by a drunk) and killed. I was in a state of utter shock throughout the funeral and for the next week or so...I kept thinking that I was dreaming..just didn't seem real. Two weeks later, my Father died.
Needless to say, it was a rough couple of weeks.....
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That ****ing sucks man. That's awful.
I haven't felt the same since. She was such a prominent person in the community always helping people with Cancer, their health, etc. I wish i could just talk to her about how to handle this shit.... she would know or say exactly what i needed to hear.