An age old guilt...

Yesterday my uncle was rushed into surgery to remove his gallbladder. What should have been a simple surgery turned into something more, and made me realize just how far away from home I really am. I am a 10 hour car ride away from any family emergencies and there's not a thing I can do about it. I was born and raised Catholic, and the one thing Catholics understand better than anything else is guilt.

My sister is keeping me informed on what the doctors are saying, but I was the one that would sit with him in the hospital...I would get him everything he needed...and when he called to say they were rushing him into surgery my heart dropped into my stomach. I couldn't stop thinking of the what ifs.

He's ok now and may get to go home tomorrow and I will keep my fingers crossed. No matter where my job takes me in the future, I'm sure this guilt will follow me wherever I go.