When I signed into Blogger, I noticed that I have had 99 posts. This 100th post is a hard one to write.
In February my son-in-law, Bill, was diagnosed with Stage 4 stomach cancer. During the months that followed, we who loved and cared for him watched him lose over 50 pounds and watched him suffer more than anyone should. I should add, he is the father of my two grandchildren, Abbie who is 16 and Jake who is 10.
Watching those who watched was just as hard. Different kinds of suffering and pain affected each person, and different kinds of growth occurred. My daughter poured her heart into keeping the children safe and living life, all while being completely honest about what the outcome of this event would be. She lead them through an experience that was new to her as well. Now, I hope she has time to rest, reflect and renew as a widow at 38.
Wednesday night Bill was finally released from his suffering, and the initial response for me at least was relief. Now the sadness starts to settle in.
On Tuesday we celebrate his life and on Wednesday we start to put one foot in front of the other, moving forward.
Oaxaca in December
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