So, bad luck, and/or death, always comes in three's. Or so the old wives say. We've had our second death in the family (in one week). A close relative of my husbands passed away Sat. night.
He was one of the people that made me feel the most comfortable right off the bat. He seemed to understand that I was a little quiet around people I didn't know. And quite frankly I was extremely uncomfortable at what was a family event. He took the time to talk to me, to find out who I was. He did it in such a way that wasn't pushy or nosey. He never looked down on My husbands and mine relationship. He always acted like he approved of us being together.
He was suffering near the end. I'm glad his suffering is at an end. However, I am going to miss him greatly.
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Hi Tazzie... thanks for the visit.
I'll be back to visit you... :)
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