I know you all are getting sick and tired about the bad news I've been giving.
My mother got a call from my father's work. One of his co-workers or employees had been following him because he had been feeling not very well.
My father had been vomiting and had a seizure. He had lost consciousness after he fell on the floor. The co-workers had to call the ambulance real quick to pick him up and rush him to the hospital. My mother and I were devastated and scared to death.
My mother had to go visit him at the hospital with a bag of his extra clothes. I was already in my pj's. I was crying. Even though I'm angry with my father for being an obnoxious, proud alcoholic, he is my father. I prayed to God and Jesus with all my might to watching over him and my mother because she has diabetes.
After I took a shower, my mother called me that Dad is all right, no internal bleeding in the head. He's taking many blood tests. he's staying over night. My mother did not eat anything since 5:30 in the morning. She had been exhausted, standing at the hospital from 11:00am to 5:30pm. As soon as mom came home, I did whatever I could to comfort and support her, telling her that everything's going to be all right. I have to be optimistic for Mom.
She called my two sisters. My little sister (who is in Newcastle, England with her boyfriend) bawled her eyes out and became a real wreck, and my second eldest sister is like my dad, she wasn't crying (but I'm sure she was shocked). I hope Michael will come down to support Mom because she asked Mom if she can come down. She couldn't come down for Thanksgiving because she has work.
I could not thank God and Jesus enough for helping Dad, I could not thank God enough for the co-workers who called the ambulance.
Never, in my whole life, did I expect this incident coming. I don't think there's going to be a Thanksgiving, at all.