But this isnât a game.
Tracy and I are in the waiting room. Trent is at home with Ronald, Peter, Gai, and Frances. We sit and stare straight ahead at the reproduction modern art on the walls until Dadâs parents arrive. I hate when they come to the hospital; theyâre so dramatic itâs sickening.
âWhatâs happening to our Ronnie?â Grandma shrieks while Grandpa walks behind her picking his nose. Grief sure doesnât stop some people from being their annoying selves.
âStop yelling, for Godâs sake! Heâs being operated on now,â Tracy says.
Grandma frowns. âIâve got to talk to someone about this.â And with that, my grandparents walk toward the nursing station.
Tracy and I look at each other and roll our eyes. All they do is make every situation more tense. But at least hating them gives Tracy and me something to bond over.
âHe will come out? He wonât die in there, will he?â I ask the doctor when he comes to see us. Heâs dressed in scrubs and ready to operate.
He smiles. âDonât worry. We do this kind of surgery all the time.â
I believe him when he says itâs a common operation, but deathâs common too. People can die when you least expect it. But I canât think like that. Iâve got to stay positive. I canât have bad thoughts. Bad thoughts make bad things happen.
Stay happy.
When we see Dad hours later, he doesnât seem to be in much pain. He just looks sleepy. It probably helps that Dadâs always been really big and strong. I have to admit, though, he doesnât look very strong right now with his white hospital gown and bedpan under the bed. I wonder if heâs hiding the pain or if the sadness just numbs everything else.
âHow are you feeling, Dad?â I whisper. Why am I whispering? Itâs weird, but I feel like if I talk loud, my voice will reverberate through the air and the sound waves will hurt his legs.
Sometimes when we visit Dad we just make small talk, which seems really stupid. But you canât talk about death and crushed legs and stuff all the time. Trent helps. He keeps our minds off why weâre here. We watch him run around the room, sit âvery still, nowâ on Dadâs bed, and just generally act like his cute three-year-old self.
He reminds us all to be strong.
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Mumâs funeral is today and Dad canât go. Heâs begged the doctors to put him on a stretcher and take him there in an ambulance, but they say he canât be moved. So Dad has to just lie there in the hospital while his wifeâs funeral takes place. That canât be good for his mental health. Mrs. C-J told me that a funeral is necessary to help you accept that someone has died. How will Dad accept it? I suppose he saw Mumâs body lying there on the road, so maybe thatâs enough for him to know sheâs dead for sure.
Itâs weird getting dressed for your motherâs funeral.
Itâs almost like dressing for a party. Then you notice the silence all around you. Thereâs no laughing. No music playing. No mother to call from another room to see how youâre doing. Then you remember what youâre really dressing for.
Youâre putting on a pink dress to bury your mother.
It was Mumâs favorite, and Iâll be damned if Iâll wear depressing old black! Iâm not some sheep who follows the flockâ¦although right now I kind of feel like the black sheep. No one thinks Iâm old enough to know all the details of today.
Iâm dressed and ready. I look in the mirror.
Itâs amazing how good I look. I should look terrible and grief stricken, but I donât. I look so wonderful, people will probably think I didnât really love my mother and this is just another day in the park for me.
Peter comes in. âThe cars are here. Itâs time to leave.â Heâs been speaking
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