A serious OMG moment without any other updates or thanks or comments to all you lovely and beloved stoppers-by --

H's father died of Covid on Monday. Unvaxxed, anti-science.

My MIL was vaxxed.

He died in great suffering and she was not with him. He was crying, this tough man, through the mask, crying her name on the phone. She is devasted. 55 years together, immigrants who saw it all.

I saw my MIL for the first time in years today. She was weeping the whole time and me 50% of the time.

I was at the cabin and my son was on his own. He had to go to H's restaurant and see H for the first time in over two years and MIL for the first time in more than three years. He didn't even tell me. When I got back, he told me and said he wanted to tell me in person and that he decided to do it because he felt it would be selfish not to go. He even called his therapist before he went.

He got his learners permit on Monday. So I let him drive afterwards.

This is a short update.

So proud of my son.

Families need to be there when grief hits. And this whole D nightmare is making it very hard to navigate. But maybe it will somehow help my kids at least reconnect with their grandmother.

More soon and love to you all.

Last edited by Gerda; 08/26/21 10:19 PM.

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