Two weeks ago we got the call to come to North Wales to say goodbye. Sorrowfully we went. There we enjoyed three delightful visits with my mother-in-law Jill at St. David's Hospice. She was very tired but comfortable thanks to generous doses of morphine. Her sense of humor never left her and we enjoyed many laughs, in-jokes, and her wry comments. I will always treasure those visits.
The doctor told us it wasn't possible to know how long she would last, he says one never really knows. He did mention that Jill told him "she was going to snuff it" on Saturday.
Yesterday we got the call from Charles' sister Sara. Jill, who was diagnosed with inoperable cancer 14 months ago, died at mid-day. It was on Saturday, just as she predicted. I can't help smiling about that.
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