November 3rd, 2015 my father had a car accident, fracturing two vertebrae, one in his neck and one in his lower back.
The following Monday he had emergency surgery to attempt to repair some of the damage and prevent further damage.
The move team who put my father on the table unknowingly broke my father's neck when they dropped him on the operating table.
The surgeon who was leading the team operating on my father did not realize that my father's neck was broken until AFTER the surgery was over.
My father was left mostly paralyzed, and struggling for life.
For more than two months my father lie in the hospital, every waking moment torture and barely able to sleep because he had to fight for air every second of every day.
January 28th, 2016 the hospital kicked my father out because he had run out of funds. They agreed to let us take him to my brother's home, where we all gathered around, many of us still in shock and denial, to watch my father die.
In February my alcoholic ex-husband and I broke up because I had finally given up on trying to support him. In a drunken rage he threw me out, leaving me living with co-workers until I could find someplace I could afford to live.
I have moved to the Dallas area to be close to my family and friends and am having to completely start over.
I am making this post to let you guys know that I am still here and I am doing ok. My life is still a bit unorganized, and I am still mourning, but things are going to be ok.
I took this picture of Danny right before my ex-husband and I broke up and never got to upload it here. She looks like she is remember things that happened a long time ago and it is leaving a bittersweet taste in her mouth. I felt like it was an appropriate picture to embody how I often feel these days.