My father-in-law passed away Monday, April 2nd. He had a bad bout of pneumonia but we had high hopes that he'd pull through because he had had many near-death experiences in the span of his 86 years, and always survived when medical professionals were certain he'd not make it.
I couldn't have asked for a better FIL. He accepted me into the family before anyone else did (possibly because I fell in love with his homemade sauerkraut at first bite).
One thing that we have bonded over recently is our love of writing. The last thing I got to tell him before he died was about my winning Susanna Hill's "in Just - spring" contest. He wanted me to give him a print out of the story next time we stopped in to see him, but he died 2 days later and I never got to share it with him.
There are so many good and funny stories I could tell you about him, but I'll wait for an anniversary of his death. Right now, we're still too sad and have too many funeral things to deal with.
|My FIL in the center, surrounded his two sisters, his brother (left) and his favorite nephew|
"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be." ~ Douglas Adams