I posted this in Casey's diary:
The school shootings are beyond devastating. Death affects EVERYONE and I can hardly imagine the fear and pain everyone involved is going through. I can't even imagine being a student at that school! And what about the building it happened in? Talk about awful vibes *shudder*.
My boyfriend took his mom to the hospital today. I'm scared--she was feeling chest pain and tingling arms. It happened before, Monday. She's in the middle of nowhere, SC Mountains, and it took the ambulance 40 minutes to get there. She called my Honey, when she felt it again today, and he drove like an asshole from his work--and probably got there in 20 minutes, I bet. He said it was scary, driving! I can imagine, he drives like a maniac on HWY 9 anyway! Well, she's in her early fifties, overweight, and a smoker. Heart disease is the #1 killer of women--if she kicks the bucket anytime soon I'm going to freak out! I love her and I'm so sick of people dying in my life
Plus my poor Honey--he has not lost someone like a close, close grandmother or parent before and I can't imagine how he'd act. Oh god I need to stop--sorry about this post, I need to stick it in my own diary.
Anyway, Monday slipped my mind because she was Ok later--but that it's happening again freaks me out! Yesterday the BF went to visit her after work to "see if she was still alive." She was! She's such a funny, upbeat, happy lady. She's crude and callous and I love it. She was adopted, and we don't know her family illness history, which is very handy to know. My Bf has an excellent, healthy relationship with her--AND his father! He's friends with them, they respect him and treat him like an adult, and they don't get mad at each other. That may explain part of the reason why he's such a great lover--good parents never hurt when it comes to men!
I said the only thing that scares me is skunks. I lied, I am scared of people dying. I've seen it! With my own eyes, a man died of a heart attack in front of me after our group was hang gliding in Hollister. The man just fell over and started vomiting and his face turned blue, and someone knew CPR and tried everything to revive him.....oh it was horrible! Just awful

Then ambulance came but he was just barely alive--then died. They covered him up and we had to stay there and pack up while his body was just there, covered with a sheet. BF wasn't affected, but I was crying uncontrolably that night and it contributed to my bout of depression last summer, just a month before my dear grandmother, who helped RAISE ME when my dad was out running around, doing drugs, died in July. It took me THERAPY, which I never needed before, to get over it.
Now this? I don't know what the hell I'm going to do if something happens to her. I'll just fall to pieces.