A call at a late night…
Woke up by a rushed phone ring while I was having a bad dream in the middle of the night. Al’s dad called, Glenys, my mother in law has admitted to hospital… She had one lung and that one and only lung now is infected.
Tonight is critical.
Al is … crashed. ‘Be strong darling, you need to be strong and have faith, try to put other emotions aside’ I said to him, ‘and I think you need to go back to Edinburgh to support her, your dad is old and it is just too tough for both of them, none of your brothers are in UK right now.. you should go back’.
‘I can’t afford..and my business…’
‘I will pay and I will help.’
‘When?’
‘The earlier the better. Tomorrow.’
As much as I can’t really ‘click’ with both Al’s parents and at times, I blame Al’s problems to his upbringings (dad and mum)… I do want the best for the son and the mother. I know she needs him now, Al can make her feel stronger.
And I do believe she will get better, if his favorite son is next to her.
The truth is.. I feel bad I don’t feel too emotional about this news at this stage, I’m way too rationalized. I think I am not a very good person.
