It’s been 31 days since you’ve been here and you have already shown us a range of emotions from one spectrum to the other!
Let me still start with counting the blessings. The good fortune of having friends who become family in times of need. Who go out of their way to help in all ways. Of friends from far away who we have not spoken to in years, call and ask how things are when the going gets tough – just letting us know that we are in their thoughts. Blessings of all creature comforts without which things would be harder to bear.
It’s been 13 days and I am still unable to come to terms that Appa (FIL) is no more. The cancer had been getting to him, but we hoped and prayed that his body would have the strength to fight it. Not prepared for the sudden-ness of it all. 3 months and 20 days is all it took since diagnosis, for it to all be over. While I still continue to break down at odd times and when hubby talks about him, I have new found respect for MIL who has been practical through it all. Have I said it here before? I wish I can be her when I grow up! The way she goes through life despite everything life throws at her. She comforted me while I cried instead of it being the other way around. I’m ashamed! I wish I was there to pay my last respects, to tell the man who was nothing less than a father, that I am going to miss him, his support.
Maybe, some day, I will write all about him when I can compose my thoughts without getting emotional. Until then, all I can say is “Appa, you will be sorely missed by this daughter. Rest in peace”.