Winnie The Pooh: How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
I wasn’t sure what to write about today. And then I saw a Facebook post this morning written by a good friend who lost her mother-in-law last week. My friend and her MIL were extremely close and the prolonged illness was very difficult for the whole family.
When Shannon went on her honeymoon a year and a half ago, I admit I thought it was strange that Shannon and her husband were traveling with both sets of parents to Australia. Let that sink in. Your parents, your in-laws, and your new husband. But somehow, it seemed right for the six of them. They had a terrific vacation and were so excited.
And then, a short time after they returned from their trip, Shannon’s MIL became ill. In and out of doctors’ offices, hospital visits, treatments. The family did get to take short vacations for a while, and then her illness became more serious. Eventually, Shannon’s MIL was put on hospice care in mid-January. And the family waited. And waited.
It was a difficult time for everyone, including the patient, the kids, the grandkids, the whole family. I can’t imagine watching someone deteriorate and not being able to do anything about it.
When dad was in ill health and he was given a surprising diagnosis (I’m not sure dad was surprised, to be honest), he thankfully suffered for a very short time before he passed. Mom passed away in the middle of the night, which was a tremendous shock at the time. However, we knew she went quickly and didn’t suffer.
Everyone grieves in their own private way, as individuals and as a family. Shannon and her family are very close and I’m sure this will be difficult for them. They now have an angel watching over them, to be sure.
After all these years, I still think of the words the rabbi said at my mom’s service: If you always love the ones you lose, you never lose the ones you love.