Last Sunday my ex mom in law called me (she is 93) and just wanted to chat and tell me she loved me. There was such sweetness and sadness in the phone call that it felt like she was saying goodbye. I thought, I must get to her house on Saturday. Yesterday my son called me to say that he heard from his Auntie that Fanny was on life support in the hospital. There were no clues from her normal health issues (growing old) that this was going to happen.
I spent the day yesterday at her bedside wishing I had made more time to visit. Isn't that always the way? So we all pray that she can start to breath on her own and we get to see again the little devlish glint in her eyes. I know I need to recognize that she has lived a long and full life, but I selfishly don't want her out of my life.
