My mother-in-law passed away early Sunday morning.
She had had various forms of cancer over the last eight years, but seemed to keep beating it. I guess I started to think she was going to beat it forever, which of course is stupid, but even after the last diagnosis I wasn’t overly concerned.
She passionately loved the Packers, her cottage up North, her numerous friends of all ages in Wausau, Green Bay, Eagle River … all over Wisconsin. She enjoyed Fantasy NASCAR (I didn’t even know that was a thing until I met her); well, actually, she enjoyed telling her husband which guys to pick for Fantasy NASCAR, and then ribbing him if he didn’t pick the way she told him to. She was a gracious, energetic, and extremely generous hostess. She and my father-in-law were never happier than when entertaining in the bar they had in their basement.
Above all, she adored her family, and she was completely enchanted with Aria.
It is so unfair that Aria and she only got to have four-and-a-half years together.
She said, “You should say, ‘Grandma Jane: I wish you could have stayed longer. I love you.’
That’s what you should say.”
So do we all, Jane. So do we all.