Family... Seriously?

This morning came a little earlier than expected when my alarm went off at 5:15 am this morning, but my alarm going off way early was the least of my worries today. My aunt called me this morning 5 times all before 6:30 am. My aunt and I sometimes talk in the morning, but when she calls more than 2 times, something is wrong. My aunt told me that my grandpa (my mother's dad) is in the hospital. Apparently, my grandpa was coughing up and throwing up blood yesterday. He lost so much blood that he had to have a transfusion of 4 pints of blood. He's still in the hospital right now.

My aunt told me this news as soon and appropriately as possible. She was informed of this last night well after 10:00 pm. My aunt knows my schedule and knew that I would be in bed asleep when she found out.

I'm not upset with my aunt for waiting to let me know. I'm upset at my mother and grandmother. My mother and grandmother informed my aunt of this news approximately 16 hours after my grandpa went to the hospital. I received no phone call (except for the one from my aunt) to let me know about my grandpa's situation. Even though I don't talk to my parents, sisters, or grandparents, I expect a phone call to let me know if one of them is sick and in the hospital. I expect them to put their pride aside and call me, but that didn't happen this time. I doubt it will ever happen. My fear is that I will wake up one day, and my aunt will be on the phone telling me my grandpa has passed away, and his funeral is that day. She will, of course, apologize to me for not telling me sooner, but she was just informed of his passing that morning, as well. That is my fear, and since my family fails to put their pride aside, I know one day it maybe a reality. If you are reading this, please pray for my grandpa and for my family. GOD BLESS!