I could...but I won't.

Keith's mom died yesterday at about 3:10pm. We held her hands and were with her as she passed on....most surreal experience of my life.

I could rage on about the stupidity of it all - gone way too quickly, way too young. She collapsed on Wednesday night unable to breathe and as a result suffered some brain damage. She survived five days in the ICU. She never woke up. She was only sixty-four.

I could rage on about the staggering expense of funerals (3,000$ for a burial plot? are you fucking serious?), the fact that my professors are being complete COWS about me missing my midterms, the fact that all the arrangments have seemingly fallen on the shoulders of Keith and I.

I could rage on about the stupid, inconsequential things, like the fact that Keith's dad is alone for the first time in forty-four years, the fact that she was the only one with a valid license to drive us around. Things like the fact that I only got to know her for a year and a half, or the fact that I was supposed to meet Keith's siblings at my wedding and have her hold her first biological grandchildren in the years to come, or that I thought I had a lifetime to get to know her.

But I won't. Instead, I'll remember her easy laughter at one of my many jokes, the lovely Thanksgiving dinner we enjoyed and the fact that she was overjoyed we spent the holiday together. I'll be thankful that I did get to enjoy a year and a half with her, and for everything she did for us. I'll take comfort in the fact that she loved me, as I loved her, and that she was the best mother-in-law a girl could have.


May she rest in peace.
Della June 15/06/45 - 19/10/09.