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Saturday: walk, swim, belated sad news
Dec. 10th, 2022 10:06 pmI did a 1 mile loop by myself.
R. took A. to West Acton for the holiday stroll and then they went swimming.
It was a quiet day. T. got a letter from L.M. He had written to her MIL, J.M., his great-aunt on his father’s side, to share his good news about getting his driver’s license, and had not gotten a note back. R. had last chatted with JM in the summer shortly before surgery. News of JM’s passing had gone to my FIL, but the news ended there, which is a pity, because we would have driven up to Berlin to go to the service. We were over our July round of covid by then, and almost certainly were not yet headed up to Niagara. But we didn’t find out that JM had passed until just now, the day _after_ I got the holiday mailer in the mail, which included a card and set of photos to JM, which must surely seem insensitive. It took three drafts to come up with a letter to chase it down, send our condolences and affection, another holiday card and a phone number and email on the off chance they ever want to be in contact with us again.
This may go some way to explain the depth of my FIL’s depression in subsequent weeks / months. *sigh*
I guess I’ll just say what everyone says when this sort of thing happens. Tell people you love them. Share your news. Even the sad parts. Tell them how you are feeling and, if you can manage it, why.
JM was a really lovely person. I’m sad she’s gone.
R. took A. to West Acton for the holiday stroll and then they went swimming.
It was a quiet day. T. got a letter from L.M. He had written to her MIL, J.M., his great-aunt on his father’s side, to share his good news about getting his driver’s license, and had not gotten a note back. R. had last chatted with JM in the summer shortly before surgery. News of JM’s passing had gone to my FIL, but the news ended there, which is a pity, because we would have driven up to Berlin to go to the service. We were over our July round of covid by then, and almost certainly were not yet headed up to Niagara. But we didn’t find out that JM had passed until just now, the day _after_ I got the holiday mailer in the mail, which included a card and set of photos to JM, which must surely seem insensitive. It took three drafts to come up with a letter to chase it down, send our condolences and affection, another holiday card and a phone number and email on the off chance they ever want to be in contact with us again.
This may go some way to explain the depth of my FIL’s depression in subsequent weeks / months. *sigh*
I guess I’ll just say what everyone says when this sort of thing happens. Tell people you love them. Share your news. Even the sad parts. Tell them how you are feeling and, if you can manage it, why.
JM was a really lovely person. I’m sad she’s gone.