Got a call about.. I don't know... 8 or so this night from my mother. Apparently she and my father got into an accident en route (not sure to or from) Hastings Island. The dodge neon was going far too fast into a 25 mph corner, hit the breaks, skidded across the double yellow line, and hit my parent's Tundra head on.
Nobody was hospitalized, and it doesn't sound like anyone was badly hurt. The Neon was totaled, the Tundra tweaked. The airbags apparently didn't deploy for whatever reason. That aside, however, they are alive.
I am not ready to be alone with my brother in this world. I could have been, though. Something could have been different and that could have been Diane or my Aunt or my Grandma I lovingly call "Mama". It could be the call. The call I realize I don't ever want. Ever.
I'm gonna go make some cocoa.
In response to "New worst feeling in the world":
<sub>sends the jakobo uberness amounts of huggles..and a basket of cookies</sub>
well thankfully their all right. and i hope they get to feeling better soon.
<sub>sends them cookies too</sub>