ILs.

The call came on early Friday morning at about 2 am. Both of us were fast asleep. My FIL had no choice but to call my home phone. My dad, suspecting prank calls, picked up with an abrupt "Hello!"

And my FIL came on the line, "I'm sorry to call this late, but I wanted to let Stiff know that....."

At 4 ish, Stiff woke up coughing. And I was irritated. I got up as well. That was whem my mom came to the room to inform us.

The right thing to do is get some rest, we'll wake up again and take the drive home. I went back to bed.

And Stiff went to work. When he came home at noon, we drove back home.

My MIL knew this was coming. It ended her frustration and it ended her mom's suffering. It was expected. Just ironic. Ironic how my MIL used her to guilt trip me only to have it slapping at her face.

I did my duty. I stayed as required.

For 4 days I stayed. Maybe my MIL will finally get some rest. Hopefully soon her appetite will return.

And no, I didn't catch up much with her when she was alive. But while I was in TI, I made some friends. Family. We're now family. And brought together by this funeral.

I'll blog some pictures and try to understand how this small family is so complicated.

No more condolences please.