I got a phone call Sunday afternoon while watching football at my house with some friends (go Skins!). It was my mother calling to tell my uncle had a heart attack while my dad was with him and it was bad. After getting things in order with the kids, since I'm single-parenting this week, I headed to the hospital. My mom and dad and aunt were there. We went in to see my uncle and he was doing ok. Up and talking. My aunt starts talking about how god put my dad there today for a reason. It was his first time at my uncles house, blah blah. Usually, I can just let my eyes and ears glaze over until its done, but I was particularly annoyed by it all this day. Standing in a room with my only aunt and uncle along with my folks and listening to this crap spew out. Both my uncle and my dad seemed to just let her talk until she shut up. And my mom joins in with agreeing with her. More blah, blah. It's painful, trying to be respectful at times. I guess I just hate seeing people I care about suffer through bouts of stupidity.