I am pretty darn ticked off right now.
My dad is home from the hospital and getting better every day. He is still really weak and isn't eating as much as he used to, but he is getting better. We took dinner to them Sunday (we ate there, of course) because I wanted to spend more time with my parents. I realize they won't be here forever and I want Sterling to have many good memories of them.
I found out that two of my brothers haven't even called them. Granted, they were on a cruise while dad was in the hospital. My mom sent texts out to all of us kids knowing that they may not get them for awhile but wanted to make sure they were kept in the loop. She hoped that there would be times when the texts made it through. They did. One brother responded with a comment about how it took 12 hours to get that text. No "how is dad now" or anything like that. They have been on US Soil since Thursday and had plenty of chances to check on him.
Nope. Nada. We know their wives don't like us - but come on. IT IS YOUR DAD. For heaven's sake CALL HIM.
Maybe I will leave a lump of coal on their porches Christmas Eve.
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