My father-in-law passed away Saturday August 6th. When we got the call that Friday before that we needed to GET UP THERE RIGHT NOW, my husband and I left work in a hurry and took the 5ish hour drive to his parents' house. Approximately six hours after we got up there, my father-in-law passed away. I'm glad my husband was able to get up there and say his good byes and was even at bedside with his mother and siblings when he died.
We stayed up there for several days and had food brought in by friend after friend. It was so nice to see how many lives he touched and how many people loved him. He really was a good soul.
So I drowned my sorrows the only way I know how, in pineapple cake, homemade chicken pot pie, honey baked ham, sweet potatoes, macaroni and cheese, etc.
I hate to admit this, but all of that delicious food really did make the pain go away for a few minutes at a time. In hindsight, it's probably just because I was concentrating on eating and not the loss of a loved one.
My husband says that his dad wouldn't want anybody sitting around weeping over him, and I believe that's true. He was the type of guy who didn't want to be the center of attention. He would want us to all move on and be happy in our lives.
I'm glad to be back home and in my little routine, now I just need to make sure the routine includes exercise. I did cut the grass before 8 o'clock this morning since I live in the part of the world that is miserable outside after about 8:30 a.m. I came inside at just a few minutes after 8 and was covered in sweat. The kind of sweat that makes it hard to take off your clothes because they're just stuck to your body.