I am not a big fan of St. Patty's day. I do wear my green, will drink a green beer but I feel as if it is the cursed day for me... not so much here lately but experiences of the past remind me of things that happened a few years ago... so excuse my 'blues' this day!
Bad St. Patty's Day #1:
5 am on 3.17.2005 I get a call that my mother has taken my father to the hospital. He was undergoing treatment for lung cancer at the time and had developed pneumonia. He walked into the ER - couldn't breathe. They stabilized him to transport him to UNC. My mom went the 2 miles home to grab some clothes and when she returned he was coding and they had to put a breathing tube in. He did get the breathing tube out but it was the 'beginning of the end'. He passed away a month later on April 16.
Bad St. Patty's Day #2
3.17.2006
Well it was more of a bad weekend really. Friday I go home to see my grandparents who were in from GA. They took my grandfather to the hospital with severe stomach pains. Ended up just being kidney stones but the hospital was the last place I wanted to be a year later. The next day I had a trip planned with some girlfriends. Coming home we got into an accident and I wrecked.. no... totaled my new Volvo. talk about unlucky!
No major accidents since then so i hope i don't jinx my good luck...
Today I will toast my green beer to my father and my old Volvo. Rest in Peace! Happy St. Patrick's Day!
