At the end of July we found out that TheWife’s Step father was given six months to live. He requested a family party, to get one more chance to see everybody which we had in August. But somwhere we still kind of thought that he would be well enough to see still for one more Christmas. Maybe it was hoping against hope. But we certainly thought we more time.
TheWife and LatteGirl were supposed to go down for a visit last weekend, but life got in the way, and they decided to reschedule for a couple of weeks later. We were SURE we have more time, and this was no big deal.
We were wrong.
The phone rang at 11:45 pm last night. It sounds cliche, but when the phone rings at that hour, it is never good news. And of course in this case that held true. We knew he was brought into the hospital earlier in the day when he began spitting up blood. Denial once again set in, I suppose, and we believed (wished?) that it was just an episode, and he would be getting some medication and returning home.
It wasn’t to be, and when that phone call came late at night, I knew it as I walked over to pick it up. I looked at the caller id and saw my mother-in-laws phone number, and any last ditch thoughts of it being something else disappeared. I steeled myself, and answered. It went just as you would expect such situations to go.
This is not going to be easy to break to LatteGirl. She hasn’t seen much of him or my mother-in-law lately, but she has always had a soft spot for him. I have always said that she could consider herself lucky, in that while most people have two grandfathers, as nice as he was to her, she basically has (uh… had) three. However, now of course that also means that this is the second of three times we will have to deal with explaining this to her.
He wasn’t always well liked, particularly by TheWife and her sisters, but over the years he mellowed, they mellowed and he eventually fit into the family quite nicely, and was liked by everyone.
He will be missed.