Ted and I traveled to Joplin, Missouri this last weekend. The visit was double fold, as we were going to see his family, but also to say goodbye to his brother-in-law Bill who was dying and not expected to live very long. I had only met with Bill probably four times in the time I had been married to Ted. He had been a career military man. He exuded that quiet strength and because of that, he reminded me a lot of my father. I never knew him to be anything but kind. After visiting with Ted's sister Mary for a couple of hours, we left to have dinner with the rest of the family - leaving Mary there with her extended family of Bill's children and grandchildren. He passed away about an hour after we left. He had been in a lot of pain and I'm sure it was a relief for him and his family to see him not suffer any longer. This weekend with Ted and his family, memories of Bill and such, caused me to reflect on my meeting his family. ...
The ramblings of a middle aged woman who loves being a wife, a mother and a grandmother