It was sudden, a stroke, a few days and then she was end of life so I drove my kids up in the middle of the night.
it was surreal with the hospital being closed to the public. she couldn’t speak or move much but she grabbed my hand and held it so tight.
I’m so confused about my feelings and I know it’s ok to be.
I’ve known her over 20 years and she was almost 50 when I met her son, peri menopausal and welcomed me into the family with open arms…
Much has happened since, divorce from her son years ago and fighting in-house in their family, I’ve stayed on the outskirts, being on good to reasonable terms with them all for my children’s sake…
now I’m 50 and peri menopausal and she is gone and I feel sadder than I thought I would.
My first MIL died suddenly too 25-30 years ago.
and i am a little bit annoyed that everyone I’ve told has said some version of “it was for the best that she didn’t have to suffer for long” rather than just acknowledge that I feel sad so I’m writing here…