We buried my father-in-law today. Bill was 86 and full of life, until he wasn’t. If we could talk to him right now he would probably say that the last year wasn’t worth living. Lots of hospital visits and suffering but that’s the deal. You get so many days and for a season life gives bountifully.
But at some point, it begins to take it all back.
Still, there are no regrets and nothing left unspoken between us. Bill was a good guy and it was my pleasure to know him. I’ve been married to his only daughter for more than forty years with never a cross word between him and me.
I’m certain he will rest in peace.