This past Saturday my mother-in-law lost her nearly two-year battle with cancer, dying at the age of 60.

I’ve waited to post this on my blog until now for several reasons, one of which was I was hoping to write a great post memorializing her in my own way. However, as much as I enjoy writing fiction, it seems that creating meaningful words when discussing matters of life is not my forte.

Therefore, I’ll just say that she was about as good of a mother-in-law as anyone could have asked for—kind, unselfish, loving, an awesome cook, and a willing victim of my many jokes. I feel very blessed to have known her these last eight years, and it pains me to know that my kids will have to continue growing up without her in their lives.

Any time I see an “autocorrect” text mistake, watch someone use far too many dishes to make a simple meal, hear the Beatles, or see a rooster figurine, I’ll think of her.

We all love you, Terri.


2 Responses so far.

  1. I'm very sorry to hear this. Please accept my condolences.

    You're also too close and can't see the forest for the trees as far as your writing about her is concerned because everything between "Therefore" and "her" (your last two paragraphs IOW) came across as very meaningful. While words can never adequately express how we feel in these types of situations, you did very well and gave us a glimpse of who she was.

  2. Mike says:

    Sorry to hear it. I'm glad I knew her, though. She was always a joy to be around. She will be missed.

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