I hate death and the fact that we all grow old and die. Death is so final, so absolute. Not one of us will escape itís grip, the only thing we do not know is when death will come for us. My father in-law met death this past Tuesday morning. It came upon him suddenly, without any warning. There was no time to say good-bye, no last words were spoken. He is just gone. He was the man I went to for answers. He knew everything when it came to repairing something, always had a way making something work. I on the other hand, never had a clue how to fix something that did not have keyboard attached to it. I never had to, I had him.
I hate the pain and sorrow that I see in my wife. It is so hard to see her this way. Nothing I can say will make it better, nothing I can do can soften the impact that death has brought to our door. I know pain and grief, and sorrow all to well, I live with it daily. I know that you guys reading this post know it all to well too. I can handle the pain and sorrow, and the grief, they have been my companions for many years, but to see them come upon my wife, is almost to much to bare. I wish I could take them away and restore the happiness to her soul. Today we scatter her fatherís ashes in the Fox River, it was his wish that we do so. Once that is done, nothing of him will remain, there will be no grave site to visit. Today is a very sad day, a very sad and empty day indeed.