Day before Christmas. My mother-in-law died minutes before Christmas. I was packing for Mexico during the day and I stopped to take a photo of Foxy in the rush. I never made it in time, and I'm not in a place where I can process it all properly--it's a writing project more than a visual one.
Going to Mexico and looking for wills, personal documents, going on wild goose chases, hoping my Spanish would be good enough, diving through belongings, giving things away in bulk, witnessing some beautiful and downright awful things, hoping I'd have a place to lay my head, witnessing the huge divide in the world between social classes and nationalities, and being forever thankful for those who I could count on (and believe me, it really matters)...well, I'm just getting back--I'm a mess.
But this is the shot I took before leaving, wishing I could squeeze my mother-in-law's hand and tell her that her son and I loved her. I was thankful that the one and only time she did speak after she fell and was incapacitated, she spoke to my husband on the phone--it was the only time.
So very sorry for your loss--this poignant picture of your pup with the heart tag seems fitting for the moment--looking off wistfully into the distance. My sincere condolences to you and your husband.
I actually love the darkness here, because it signifies the darkness you were about to go through. If you actually write something to share about your experience, I hope you will share it with us. I am so glad your husband got to speak with his mother on last time. It all happened so fast.
Oh I am doing this backwards! Such a nightmare for you all but especially you who had to go and sort things out in a different country with a different language! I can't imagine how you must be feeling! Big hug!
Daryl, I am so sorry that I didn't see this until after my other post. I thought you were in Mexico when she passed. Words are not effective at a time like this. I am so sorry for your loss.
