Sunday, I began to get everything planned out and it seemed to be becoming a good week. So yesterday the hospital called and said that my Uncle Tom was in the hospital, nothing new, he had been in a wheel chair all of his life and was mentally retarded and had cerebral palsy as well and had gotten pneumonia back in September and mom had him put on a trache so that he wouldn't die, causing a lot of problems between my uncles, me, and dad with her decision because we all thought she should have just let him die, but it was too late to undo it then on top of that he had gotten MRSA. Then he went into the hospital again and they had to put him on life support and he became a piece of rotting flesh in a nursing home. He was so doped up on drugs, he didn't know who my parents were, but this phone call was different. They said that he wasn't doing well and they would watch him. Then they called again and told mom that his health was failing and there was nothing they could do to keep him alive and mom did the right thing, she put him on a morphine drip and took him off the vent around 10 last night. He died 2:20 in the morning and he let me know he died by a firefly. This firefly landed on the wall and then flew into my hand and I petted it and then it flew away and I haven't seen it since (which is kind of odd since bugs like light and the only light that was on was the light in the dining room where my computer is). So this week, on Thursday there is going to be the viewing (not going because I don't want to see him like that) and then there is going to be a funeral on Friday...but on top of that is three parties, the first one on Friday later in the day. My choir party (Friday), my friend Alex's party (Saturday), and my own party (Sunday), then Monday starts Vacation Bible School. Thank God for Joe or I'd be falling apart and be a mess like my mom.