Flooding was slow to run off, but the sun shone bright on Saturday. So we used official State Highway Map websites to avoid closed roads and made our way to see my mother-in-law. I missed the Bluegrass Jam but, hey, ... priorities. Too late, she passed just before we got there. So, with the rest of her family, we set about planning the celebration of her life. She had, herself, already selected, and paid for, most of the arrangements! We cried, we laughed, we hugged and cried some more, and laughed much more. Of course, she was a dedicated and loving mother. But, she was also an equally loving mother-in-law who put all those jokes to shame.
Today's church gig held an extra meaning for me. My MIL was a lifelong Sunday School teacher and choir member at her church. Today I felt she visited mine, again. This time, though, she didn't leave a hearing aid in the pew, as she did last time.
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My condolences. Even when you’re prepared, the loss affects those left behind. The best memories remain with you in your heart.

She always was very impatient. Never understood why doctors couldn't seem to meet appointment times, even though she had absolutely nothing else to do. "Making rounds at hospital" didn't cut any ice with her! Although, she could strike up a conversation with a total stranger anywhere she went, there was no patience in any kinda waiting room for any kinda appointment. She'd leave, then we'd have to reschedule and try again! No time to wait, but reschedule and reschedule 'til they get close to the appointment time. And it always had to be the first appointment of the day, "before they get busy". Oh, and they better not call someone else to the back before her "first appointment of the day"!