My mother has been here since the day after my MILs passing. She has been a great help with the Ducklings. The Mister and I would not have managed quite as well had my mother not been here to help... but I'm ready for it to just be us again. To feel like its okay if I want to just sit on the couch with the TV off and not do a single thing (my mother likes to go places and do things, watch "family movies", or sappy love stories- bleech), to not have the TV blaring because she can't hear it, or not have to worry about another person.
My sFIL is doing okay. Of course he has good and bad days, moments when something reminds him of my MIL and emotions well up and spill out, and moments of normalcy. There are also a lot of times when I walk into a different room for a few minutes and upon returning be told, 'I'm glad you're back'. I know he considers me his daughter and loves me as such, but I'm confused as to why I bring him so much comfort (his words)? I would think the Mister or one of my BILs would be more comforting since the MIL physically birthed them?? Maybe it's because I'm a female? Or because I was so close to my MIL? Whatever the reason, I think my job has officially started... The Mister did all the hard stuff (physically helping his mom when she was unable too, taking charge of the family at the end, and practically making all the decisions after) and now it's my turn to help heal, pack things up, and clean (with the help of the Mister).
Well... I've blabbed on long enough. Enjoy the first picture in a long time! It's of my sFIL holding onto my hand even after he had called asleep on the couch from exhaustion. Hopefully next time I'll bring a little bit more up beat words.
Thanks for listening <3
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