From the passenger seat as you are driving me home

over and over and over I'm running this comming tuesday through my mind, trying to figure things out:
I wake up at 9, becuse Mom says I don't have to go to school, but still that early because I'm going with Linda (my neighbor) to pick up Jeremy at the airport at like 10. Then she drives us home, we grab some money and some food for us and mom, hop in the truck and head to City hospital, hoping to see dad, but knowing it won't happen, because he's getting prepped (I wonder if they have to shave his chest?). So we sit with mom, well, Jeremy and mom talk and I just sit there, because I have nothing else to do. Or maybe I'm at home watching movies with Nathan. But Dad's operation lasts from 12-4 or 5.
What happens on Monday? well... I'll go to school, like I'm doing today, but I'll be in that daze, somewhere between reality and make believe, in that place where you don't know whats gonna happen. Maybe, well, hopefully I'll get to see dad after school.
What happens with school? Today I'm talking to all of my teachers, letting them know. Mom phoned Guidance this morning, which is good, now Administration knows. But next week is like the biggest assignment in Integrated (english/history), and I can't put in the time that I need to to even pass the assignment, never mind get a good grade, PLUS I have a math test (which inless Jeremy and Mark help me with it I'll fail) AND two assignments and possibly a quiz in life trans. Yeah. talk about death. PLUS I have to do everything at home while mom is at the hospital. Grandma may or may not be comming to help, considering Jer and Mark are gonna be here.
Everything is happening so fast. And there is nothing I can do about it. I am reminded of that verse in Corintians "the lord said to me 'my grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness.'" I'm so weak... But Gods gonna shine through. who knows how this will turn out, what will happen? I sure don't. nor do I want to until the time comes, but until then, I will remain weak.
Laurel