A sad moment revisited

I am back. Another weekend is upon us. I have to say it is a bit of a sad day for me. It was a year ago this Sunday and exactly 52 weeks ago today, that MIL's fate was sealed. She had gone in for her surgery but it was stopped when the tumor was seen as overwhelming. It really was the beginning of the end. She would be around for another 3 months but really was not "living".

It is a sad time. One that many who came before and many who will come after have faced or will face. That is life. I just wanted to mention it.

As much as she drove me a bit batty, with her inability to really look at things and examine her own assumptions about herself and life, I really do miss MIL.

I did have somebody tell me he could hear how fond I was of my father by the way I talked about him. That was a nice thing to say, I thought. Again, a bit of a wistful day. It, too, shall pass.

Ciao!