Death, Death and More Death....And a Party
After my wife and I were married we lived with her parents for a year. It wasn't about saving money or anything like that. Both my in-laws had just taken early retirement from teaching, were in 'fragile' states and needed some help. We continue to live in the same area to this day. My mother-in-law died three-and-a-half years ago. My father-in-law still needs our help. But I digress....
Across the street from us lived a couple with three children: two teenagers and a young son who is/was the same age as my step-daughter. She and this boy have been in the same class nearly every year since she was in kindergarten.
A week ago, this kid's father was driving home when he had a heart attack just a couple of blocks from his house. His car went off the road and crashed, but by then he was already dead. He was in his mid-50s. I've no idea what sort of provision he made for his wife and son, but I'm not optimistic. (Protip: I'm almost never optimistic.)
A couple of days later, our cat had the kittens we'd been expecting for a few weeks. My wife and I acted as midwives. I held the cat and comforted it as much as possible while my wife helped at the....er....'other end'.
The entire litter was stillborn.
I don't know if it's possible for a cat to 'mourn' over such things, but she's been extremely needy the last few days. I can't go anywhere in the house with her following me. If I stop she'll lie down on my feet, perhaps to prevent me from moving any further.
Meanwhile....
Yesterday was my youngest son's birthday party. I spent the afternoon entertaining five-year-olds.
Life begins, life ends, life goes on. Just another week.
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