My mother-in-law passed away June 15. No one was there with her. She died alone.
Alone.
We'd been at the nursing home all day and night. My son was exhausted. I was going to take him home by myself but my husband said he wanted to go home too. We left close to 11:00 p.m.
She died at 12:38 a.m.
We'd been home long enough to take a shower when we got "the call" to come back, that things had taken "a turn".
She had taken her last breath just as we arrived.
I didn't want her to be alone when she died. God must have had different plans.
It's been hard dealing with this. My husband's sister has been a total bitch. We asked for 1 hour of peace for the funeral and we almost made it. She showed her ass at the cemetery. It was horrible.
My son (just turned 12) was overwhelmed and started to cry (not wail) at the graveside services. My husband's cousin started to cry too. I told my son it was ok and so did his dad. The bitch told him to suck it up, that he "acting like a queer" and that his Granny was gone and he needed to get over it, that he was embarrassing her.
Had we been the only ones that heard that remark, I still would have been pissed. A lot of people heard her and a lot of people got pissed.
It was then and there that I decided to divorce my sister-in-law. This had been building up for years. I told her later that afternoon that I was de-junking my life and that it included some people. She laughed until I told her it included her.
I'm done. Hubby's done. No reason to stay in contact with her anymore. No reason whatsoever. She's mean, vindictive and self-centered and there's no room in our lives for that stuff anymore.
We made sure her husband knew that we loved him. It had nothing to do with him and everything to do with her. He said he understood because he lives with "it" everyday. How sad is that?
We miss her everyday. That'll never go away.
SB now has hospice care. The cancer is rampaging through his body. It's now in his lungs and headed toward his brain.
He is not able to get out of bed much anymore. He's had some good days in the last couple of months and we've had some really good talks. He continues to fight with everything he has.
I don't think I could be that strong. I'm glad he is.
I know I haven't updated in a really long time. It hardly seems fair to keep this diary going, but lately I've been reading some old entries and finding peace in them.
So.
I guess I'll hang around awhile longer.
SB - August 24, 2009 Goodbye Granny M - July 13, 2009 catch up - February 26, 2009 still here - February 24, 2009 Fake Truffles - January 13, 2009
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