December 6, 2008, not a good day for me. Just to let you know, 2009 was the worst and the best year of my life. How is that possible? I have NO idea. It really did start out as another boring school day, all of the students counting down the days and hours until we were set free for winter vacation. In my literature class, Annie (my bestie of 10 years) invited me to go pick out a Christmas tree with her sister and mother. Since volleyball season was over I didn't have anything to do afterschool, so why not. Our literature teacher (I swear she's a nazi), came by and gave us the "We're-not-discussing-this-in-class-now-get-back-to-work-look.... also known as the death glare.
After school, FREEEEDOM! We drove to the JC Penny's parking lot where they have the "fresh" cut trees that have been there for a month or so, no biggy, they're just falling apart a little and dried out so badly you should just cut it up for fire wood and save the hassle of dragging out the ornaments and fighting with the tree lights. We sipped our Starbuck's hot chocolate and wandered through the oh so many isles of trees when my phone rings. It's my gramps. He said dad was coming home from the hospital over at UW (University of Washington) and would be home by about 6. Which, if you knew my father and grandmother, you would add two hours to that. Dad had been in the hospital in and out for the past 6 or 7 months with major ups and downs, mainly downs, his house had been declining the last few years. That wasn't in my mind at the time, my Papa was coming home! As soon as they were done picking out the Christmas tree, they took me home and I bounced through the house for hours until dad arrived.
I helped my grams unload the car full of clothes, pictures, and the new machines dad needed to use now. After, I went to spend a few hours with dad until I went to bed, I had to leave early the next morning to go to Holly-Palooza with the choir at Warm Beach. We talked about school, the choir concerts, volleyball, and the piano recitals that had taken places while he was gone. It really was the perfect way to end a week and the perfect beginning to a fun-packed weekend to come. I got a txt from my friend next door who wanted to spend the night with me that night, so she came over for a few hours and then we went to bed at about 12. I came down the stairs to say goodnight to dad and give him a hug and a kiss, but grams was dressing his wounds so I said "Buenas Noches Padre, te amo mucho! I'll see you in the morning". He said he loved me to and that he'd wake me up in the morning so I could get ready to leave, and then I went up to my room with Cam for the night.
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