Rebekkah to me: ” I feel restless. I need to hurry up and get a job and get a place of my own. I’m 25 years old and sleeping on a mat in my grandmother’s dining room. No one is going to take me seriously.”
Me: Are you crazy? No. I’m not going to lend you my brand new car for the next month.
DJ: Mom. Why can’t you just take me seriously?
Me: Because your 23 years old and just asked me to lend you my brand new car for a whole month.
Me, pointing at a large cemetery through my car window: Is that where Granny is buried?
Aunt Debbie: No. Our family plots are at the other cemetery..You know, where the ground is “un-blessed”.
Me: Un-blessed? Why?
Aunt Debbie: I guess so we don’t corrupt the good dead people.
Upon first arriving at the hospital the night before Dad’s surgery, I left DJ and Rebekkah to park the car while I went ahead up to his room. Soon, the two of them came upstairs and we made plans for them to catch a cab to Aunt Debbie’s, and I was going to stay the night at the hospital with dad. I escorted them down, thinking I’d grab a quick smoke before settling in for the night.
Rebekkah: Good luck with that. A cop came up to me and told me we can’t smoke anywhere on hospital property including in our car.
DJ: Yeah. The same cop asked me if I was drunk because I was walking funny. I told him I had low blood sugars and then I threw up in a trash can.
Me: Don’t walk me. I don’t want to be seen with either of you.
Good night, my friends!