Death in the Family

We got the call late last week: they had both been hospitalized. My mother-in-laws prognosis was very grave and my father-in-law was in isolation with pneumonia.

Despite the seriousness of his illness, my father-in-law's spirits were good. We all thought he might rally, but his frail, ninety year old body had no fight left in it. Sadly, he passed on Monday night.

About the same time my father-in law took a turn for the worse, my mother-in-law made a surprise recovery. She was just well enough to be taken in a wheelchair to bedside of her husband of seventy years to say her goodbyes.

Yesterday my husband and I helped my mother-in-law eat her oatmeal and drink her morning tea through a straw. You could see in her tiny dark eyes the storm clouds drifting through her mind. "What are you thinking about Mom?"my husband asked.

She looked up at him and whispered a sentiment that I am sure was commonly used to express grief during the second world war, "We lost a really good boy."

I am going to take a blogging break to grieve our family's loss and to help with the round the clock care my mother-in-law requires.