The MIL passed away and I’m grateful she is no longer cursed by Parkinson’s. The better-half and I talked about all of the things she could do now that she’s free from that nasty disease (assuming you believe in an afterlife). All of the things we came up with had to do with movement which has been in short supply for her in recent years.
A few reflections on the aftermath of having a loved one die:
- The MIL’s primary care physician was incredibly caring especially while he was delivering the message of “you aren’t going to make it” to the MIL, the better-half and me.
- The nursing staff at St. Mary’s in Richmond is incredible.
- After consulting with the funeral home and the cemetery, we felt like we needed a shower.
- The better-half’s aunt has been such a help over the last few days. She went with us to the funeral home and cemetery and has kept us on track on the “right” thing to do–those things the MIL would want.
- Walking into a room full of coffins is oddly fascinating. Seeing how ugly, tacky and expensive coffins can be makes you want to be cremated.
- As painful as visitations are to attend, they are even worse when you have to play host/hostess. I’ve hugged more people I don’t know very well or at all in the past week than I have in the past year. Let’s go back to my personal bubble, shall we?
- We’re hosting the reception after the graveside service. Know how weird it is to plan a party and you have no idea how many people to expect?
- My sister is going to work at keeping the buffet of food flowing. I can’t tell you how glad I am that she volunteered to come help. Because what trait do my sister and I share? Organization. There are lists, there are plans and there are a gazillion platters, bowls, and serving pieces downstairs tagged and set up for tomorrow.