Dear Three Readers of Mine,
Well, this has been a Christmas to remember but not the kind you think back on fondly. More like the kind you think back on and say “oh man! Let’s not have another one of those anytime soon!”
It started with this
Wednesday December 19th, my father-in-law passed away very suddenly. A brain hemmorhage caused him to go unconscious and he never came back from it. Duty and his brother and two sisters were there by his bedside when his wife agreed to remove the life support. There’s an enormous amount of family drama that I won’t go into; suffice it to say everyone acted for the highest good and there was a peacefulness through all of it.
My father-in-law was a nice old man who was kind to me, loved saying “Well, I’ll be darned” to everything and had the uncanny ability to work the name of the old family dog (Prince) into pretty much any conversation. Duty was the only one of the four kids who was close to his dad in the latter years (again, 10000 reasons why the others weren’t) and while it hit him hard, it was easier than I expected it to be.
Then it went to this
The viewing and funeral was pretty calm with one exception: in the middle of the final song at the service (“Old Rugged Cross”), FIL’s good friend Blackie passed out. He was in poor health anyway and probably shouldn’t have tried to come. As they were singing, three people in the back stood up and yelled “CALL 911!!” and I’m thinking “Oh dear God, Blackie has died right at Bob’s funeral!”
Fortunately, there were a lot of firefighters and paramedics there (service runs in the Duty family) and they were able to get Blackie stable before the official help arrived. It wasn’t anything too serious – he just got overheated. The service was LONG and I think sitting still for that period of time got to him. Glad he was okay, though. That would have just been awful if he passed away right there.