For all of those who sent many positive energies/good lucks/prayers my family's way, it has been greatly appreciated.
Dad was released from the hospital (after a problem with his own heart prior to finger-attachment when he found out about his brother) yesterday morning. He's still rather down and upset, naturally, but had enough of a positive spirit that he and mom took an impromptu trip to NorCal to spend Thanksgiving with my sister and the baby.
Doctors could not reattach his finger because the surgery had been delayed for so long, but they patched him up with a skin graft from his butt. He teased that the next time he gets injured he'll get another graft from his butt to his face and he'll be literally a butt head. Its nice to hear him joke like that even though he's still rather... distant.
The family up here sent him a memorial tree to plant in my uncle's name. He thought it was rather appreciative as it combines the painful passing of his brother but his love for tending and growing things.
The good thing that came out of all of this:
My uncle having a heartattack and dying almost sent MY dad into a cardiac arrest of his own. He was painfully reminded how detrimental it is that he take his heart medication on time every day versus the 'I want to booze tonight so I won't take my meds; I'll just take double tomorrow' mentality he had.
And more importantly, I've decided to do something about my *own* health, period. I gained about 50 pounds last year and now I'm hell-bent to shed the extraneous pounds even though my husband still finds me attractive. I'm also getting my heart checked out because, apperantly, there is a heart condition that runs in my dad's side of the family that was not noticed until Uncle's passing (Uncle Paul, the second eldest of the 5 boys had a coronary at the funeral too! O.O
My desire to get healthy has also sparked interest in my husband. He's going to get himself back in shape too as, lord has it, there's heart disease in HIS family too. (His little brother has a heart murmur and so does his grandpa and Papi's had a hole in his heart so... yah...)
Another good thing:
MIL and I have grown closer because of this experience too. I was ready to just toss life in a handbasket and call it a day on Tuesday, when pops got taken into the hospital. I didn't want to know anything about anyone and had, literally, curled up in bed, windows shut, door closed, blankets over my head.
MIL said 'Fuck this, this is your first thanks giving as a married couple so, we're having it!', went out, bought fixin's and dragged me out of my room Wednesday.
And for about six hours, I was perfectly content in that kitchen, pulling a recipe out of my ass for our turkey and learning the generations old recipe for cinnamon buns that has been passed down from mother-to-daughter since before Grandma G. came to the US from Sicili. It made me all teary-eyed because MIL never had a daughter to pass the recipe down to until I came along.
See, peoples, there's always a bit of a silver lining to our sorrows.