February can suck a dick.
I can't believe how bad this month has been.
My Nan passes away out of the blue my Dad spoke to her that mourning, she was a little under the weather but the doctor told her she was fine, Dad said she was sounding better but she was felling tired so he told her we loved her and to have a rest and he will speak to her tomorrow, 8:45 we get the call that my Nan was found passed away in her sleep, no words can describe the pure horror on my Father face upon hearing that his Mum was gone and then having to put his grief aside to inform the rest of the family, losing a Grandmother was heartbreaking but can't even begin to understand the world shattering pain of losing your Mum.
Standing in the kitchen of a house that me and my family were renting for RTX my mother gets a call telling her that her Uncle had passed away the night before, this man was not just an Uncle to my Mum but more like a Father, her Aunty and Uncle treated her more like family then anyone else and her cousin was like a sister and my Mothers heart broke for her cousin because she didn't have anyone there for her. Seeing your Mum cry is so awful, our hearts and minds are hardwired so that when a parent cry it regresses us back to being a child so we can use our love to heel the hurt.
We just get home and start to decompress and come to terms with the monumental tasks that need to be done in the next few days, once again we get a phone call that my 14 year old cousin has been hit by a car and has been taken to hospital but no news on a condition, hours go by with no update, latter that night we get the good news that my cousin is fine just some bumps and bruises and a bit of stiffness.
One of the hardest days of my life, it was 45 degrees and sunny on the day we laid my Nan to rest, my two Brothers, three cousins and myself carried my Nan into her service with a forth cousin leading the procession, all her Grandsons shared the emotional weight and difficult walk, kiss her coffin and took our seats, the priest read a eulogy written by my Father and my sister had the strength to read a poem and her own words for everyone, as far as funeral go it was very beautiful like my Grandmother.
On the way home the next day from the funeral we blow an exhaust pipe on the car and need to find somewhere in a small town on a Saturday to get it fixed, lucky we did and we start the long journey home just when we think our troubles are behind us we hit huge ditch in the road and fucked up the underneath of the car so we pull over turn the car off I climb under car fix the problem go to start the and nothing happens, We are on a dirt road in the middle of Buttfuck nowhere lucky we are traveling in two cars, so we flat tow the car to the Buttfuck nowhere general store and wait three hours for a tow truck and we start off home again, we stop at the super market to get groceries because we've only been a total of three days in a two week period and as we start putting our stuff in the car our shopping cart rolls away without us noticing and hit the bumper of some guys car (no damage) he starts flying off the handle at us (at this point my emotions were a little frayed) so a verbal altercation ensues, but in the end we go our separate ways and all is well.
On the way to work my Mother has a car accident a big kangaroo jumps in front of the car (not the first time this has happened but that's Australia for you) so the car we had towed battery has now shit it's self and the other car has front end damage and we need to drive five hours to my Mums Uncles funeral.
Even tho this month has been one clusterfuck after another it can't rain every day and between all of these dates were good moments like RTX Sydney that helped us get by, grief comes in waves both happy and sad. Today is my Mums birthday and my family is stronger because of the strain and pressure we have been under, LOVE ENDURES.
THANK FUCK FEBRUARY ONLY HAS 28 DAYS.