January 2011
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One of the best, and worst, parts of living in Texas is the glut of barbeque. It almost gets to a point where you no longer want any, but that usually goes away as soon as you smell that deep smoky mesquite wood fire.
My mom is in the hospital.
She has an atrial fibrillation and an irregular heartbeat. Plus, she has pneumonia and fluid on the lungs.
For whatever reason my brain cannot and will not shake the idea that I am going to wake up and my mom is going to be dead. I have thrown myself into a panic attack and every time I think I’m over it I think about what my life would be like without her and I cry.
