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We got a call a week ago that we've been dreading. Not THE call, but a dreaded call nonetheless.
My SIL phoned to tell us that someone from the assisted living facility had told her the end may be nearing for my MIL. They estimated anywhere from two weeks to two months. Huz told me last night that he'd spoken with SIL again, and now my mother-in-law has not eaten for several days, so it may even be sooner than that.
So I'm thinking about finding hotels, and researching bereavement fares, and mulling getting the house in shape for visitors, and wondering what pictures we'll choose for the memory boards, and feeling vaguely...disconcerted.
And sad, a sadness that creeps in at unexpected moments, and from unexpected sources.
Huz debated last week as to whether he should go down to see her one last time. Which of course is entirely up to him. No-one in the family will look askance; and if they do, well, they really have no say in the matter. Even her two youngest brothers, who lived much closer than we do, never visited because they wanted to "remember her as she was." She won't know whether he was there or not. And she's in worse shape than she was when we saw her last November. But it's an individual decision.
It will be...well, not a relief when she goes - because no-one's passing should be considered a relief - but more like some sort of what? chasm? Something of which you stand on the brink, looking down at what was left from some great height. She's been gone for so long, really.
So there's that.
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