The dreaded Living Room.

Tragedy happens when we least want it too. It happens in the most inconvenient time for our busy lives. It comes without fair warning or a 3 days notice. I wish it never came at all.
I was at church, watching Merry Christmas Charlie Brown with all of my good friends when I received a phone call from my mom, Kathy. She seemed upset but she had been moody all week long. She asked if I could come home. I agreed too and came home to a tense household. The first person to greet me along with everyone else who comes in our house, was my dog Cappy. My parents called us three girls into the living room. Last time my parents called all of us into the living room my Uncle had died, the time before that my Grandpa and even the time before that my Great Grandma. The living room. A place where we open our presents during Christmas every year. The place where we watch the best movies and laugh at the best television shows. I avoid the living room now as much as I can. Anyways, my parents sat us down with sadness in their eyes. One of my sisters on the chair, the other one the floor with Cappy. My mom was too emotional to speak so my dad did instead. Mom has breast cancer. It sounded like a language unknown to me, I just didn't understand. Other than a few tragic deaths in our lives nothing bad has happened ever to my immediate family. No no this isn't our family, this only happens in movies. Only in Hollywood and other peoples lives this happens too, not ours. What did we do to deserve this? The tears came down immediately and we were all silent. Silent for a while and my mind completely shut down, I was numb. The only thing I could feel were the heavy tears continually flowing down my face. After our family friends came over and we prayed for a while. For the first time I didn't want to talk to God. I felt like he betrayed me. But I prayed anyways with my family. After we said our good byes I needed to talk to someone other than my family. I facebook chatted my best friend Tucker. He didn't know what to say either, but to this day he has been my most supportive friend. He not only lets me complain and continually talk to him but he is slowly mending my relationship with God and with Christ. He sends me a Bible verse every day, which brightens my day so much. I still dread the living room though....