My mother in law passed away yesterday afternoon.  We all had time to say goodbye, but by the time I said it, she was heavily sedated and her breathing was so labored it hurt to watch. She didn’t know I was there, or maybe she did.  I don’t know.  We knew this was coming - an 84 year old woman who smoked unfiltered cigarettes until her brother died of lung cancer and then switched to filters until she quit 30 years ago has weak lungs, mix it with the flu and well… I still thought she was going to beat this.  She had beaten everything else.  She was too stubborn to die, I thought.

She was a tough woman who rarely showed her softer side, but with Moses she lit up and melted.  I’m sad that she’s not going to see him grow up, and I’m sad that Moe doesn’t have any grandmas and that Seth doesn’t have any parents and that everyone dies eventually.

Death is unfair even when it lets you know it’s coming.

Moe and his Grandma

 

 

Goodbye, Gita.  We’ll lock the gate.