Last night my sister Ellen called and told us that her husband Bobby had had a heart attack and they were at the hospital. He was having a cardiac catheterization. We figured he'd be OK if they were checking him out like that. But she called back a short while later and said "Jill. Bobby died."
That is not possible. Look, he's right there on that table, can't they undo that? Just undo it. Or go back in time. Just go back to yesterday. Right? I mean, Jeff just bought four bags of ketchup flavored potato chips because Bobby's coming to visit in a few days.
This is just how I felt when Charlie was a few hours old and they told me he might be very severely not OK. I was like, can we just go back to Thursday and do this over again? Only not like this?
Not. Like. This.
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