Fast forward to 11am that morning. I get up after getting more sleep following the fight. I check on her. I find Coreen unmoving and unresponsive with foam on her lips. I call 911, and the paramedics take her off to the hospital (the same one my Dad died in to boot). By the next day it's clear what the cause is; diabetic coma. She's completely unresponsive and is on a respirator. There appears to be no hope.
Erik is now facing losing his mother and knowing their final words were, well, very very nasty. He and his youngest sister Kira are disputing the ownership of Coreen's car. Just as Dad and I were enjoying a happy time in our lives, so Erik was seeing his life finally getting on track with a job for an animation studio in Celebration (Disney's little town near the Disney attractions).
Oh, and it's getting freaking hot here in Florida, and I cooked today at work due to no freaking shade.
*sigh*